#thepeterpettigrew

[zephyrbcll]

Call him ridiculous, but Zephyr had spent the days after the chaos of Halloween in check in on some of his favorite people to see if they’d been caught by the dementors like he had, or if they’d been home safe the entire time.

Clearly being home safe was the preferred option, but considering he didn’t expect anyone was planning on a night out being interrupted by attacking statues or by fucking inferi, judging by Nate’s description. Talking abut it on the radio was proving to be a riot as well and if nothing else, Zephyr could say his job never had the chance to get dull or repetitive in its storytelling.

Considering how much time had passed since Halloween, Zephyr had the time to check in on everyone he wanted to, but there was one person left. He’d wanted to give Peter the chance to calm down after everything that happened, but now he needed to be sure Peter was still functioning. 

“Peter?” He called as he rapped his knuckles against the door in a rhythm, a habit he’d picked up months ago to help Peter identify that it was him. “Time to socialize some. You in there?” @the-peter-pettigrew​

[thebaileyshaw]

Knock Knock

Bailey had always known that there was something more to the Marauders than met the eye. On the surface they were just a gaggle of schoolboys, best friends and all that went along with that- handsome, witty, intelligent. They were like a muggle feel-good flick. 

But there was always something just not quite right about them. It had been confirmed when Bailey spotted Peter Pettigrew turning into a rat once when he thought no-one was looking. She’d never gotten any dirt on the others but if one of them was an unregistered animagus, she’d bet all of them were. But then they’d graduated and all of her snooping had been useless. 

Except it wasn’t anymore. Because she was free from Hogwarts, free to pursue her own agenda. Free to stalk Peter Pettigrew’s address and, messenger bag with her field kit slung firmly around her shoulder, curly hair pulled back with a sparkly scrunchie, knock smartly on his door. 

And then knock again. 

“Pettigrew!” she called, slapping the wood a few times. “Open the door!”

@the-peter-pettigrew

[mauramulciber]

the dark side has cookies

"What's wrong, not trusted with a mask yet?" Maura asked as she tipped her head, surveying the guy she'd been told to meet up with and wondering if he was always so shifty looking. Or maybe he just didn't like meeting in dark and creepy places, some people did have delicate sensibilities like that. 

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna bite. I'm just here because I was told to get some names from you." It was weird to know that this guy was selling others out and Maura wondered idly just how many names he'd handed over, just what convinced him to join up for one side and then meet up with someone on the other. 

"I have some biscuits if you want one, they're chocolate chip. We can share while you tell me about those friends of yours, if you want." @the-peter-pettigrew

[zephyrbcll]

In retrospect, maybe using his shoulder to push the door open and bulldoze his way into the flat the moment it opened wasn’t the best idea, but Zephyr was well aware that Peter could be a little... isolated at times, so he really wanted to take advantage of the open door while it lasted because this? Was important. 

“Okay, so I need a huge favor. And maybe advice, I don’t know yet, but probably not because effort is important,” Zephyr ranted as he made his way into the flat, hands gesturing wildly as he talked. 

“Do you know where I can find a mold? You work in food - well, you work with eels, which is still flat out disgusting, but I need a fucking large mold that I can pour liquid in. I’m going to make a fucking huge chocolate statue, I need Katie’s weight in chocolate and I - Jesus fucking christ, Peter, it’s me, chill.” 

Having reached the far wall, Zephyr had turned around so he could pace in Peter’s flat, but his steps faltered when he caught sight of Peter’s expression, but then he was rushing towards the other. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, just breathe, okay? Breathe for me.” @the-peter-pettigrew

[zephyrbcll]

Legs crossed as he sat on the floor in the hallway, Zephyr folded the candy wrapper and unfolded it, creases forming along the bright background that set off pale words. He didn’t pay much attention to the sound of footsteps at first, not beyond flicking his eyes in their general direction, but his head did raise when they continued drawing nearer. 

What he saw was a guy that seemed pretty small and weighed down with groceries, prompting a memory. Hadn’t Remus mentioned a friend that would go shopping since his flatmate wouldn’t? Now what had his name been...? 

“You need a hand with that?” Zephyr asked instead, crushing the candy wrapper in his hand. 

@the-peter-pettigrew

[alarickane]

“I heard about Orion Black. You and Remus are friends with his son, Sirius, aren’t you?” Alaric asked, fairly certain he’d managed to identify all of the friends from Hogwarts that Remus had told him about during one of their friendly drinking sessions. Alaric was familiar with the Black family and he’d had several encounters with Remus and even had James save his life, but Peter, the fourth member of their little group, was still a mystery to him. “Can’t imagine it was pleasant for him. Or for any of you close to him.” @the-peter-pettigrew

[siriustheseducer]