#threads;; peter

[fcrox]

who: @lionessevans where: home of lily when: late afternoon thread counter: 001

It was safe to say that Peter had invited himself. Each time he had a part of him still wondered whether it was okay to show up with only a small owl sent in advance to announce his arrival. Of course, he always brought treats. “Lils?” The wizard called out when he apparated into the entry area. “I brought some cake!” Peter hadn’t seen the other ever since he’d taken her home after the gala. The gala in question which had been a total mess. The amount of chaos found within that simple event was sheer impossible to describe.

“Still can’t believe the ministry put on such an elaborate event. Didn’t do much to cover up the mess the world’s in.” The former Gryffindor poked his head in through the door with a laugh. “And the way half of them were dressed up. Did you see them? Walking about like a bunch of pompous peacocks.” Despite all he had to admit that there was something calming about seeing such a spectacle in comparison to the cases he’d have to deal with at work; the number of things he had to fix thanks to those loyalists. “How have you been?”

[fcrox]

who: @aurorasinistrax where: ministry of magic event: spring gala 1979

No matter how much he tried to twist it, the number of times he’d tried to find a path through this event that felt like a path he himself would have walked down, Peter simply couldn't find one. Events like this simply weren’t his comfort zone. In fact, a part of him felt they were a little too over the top. Whether that was due to the event itself or much rather the behavior of certain individuals around him, the former Gryffindor couldn’t have picked out the reason even if it had stared him in the face. It had taken what felt like hours before the wizard had finally found a face that was familiar. All the luckier that it had turned out a friend much rather than a simple acquaintance around whom he may have needed to watch his words just that much more.

“I’ve got to admit, I didn’t account for quite as many pompous peacocks to be walking about.” Peter found himself chuckling, laughter growing as he turned toward his friend. “You know I’m right. This is, quite frankly, ridiculous.” And not the spell, no. He was rather familiar with that one. Peter moved his hand through his hair, shaking out the mess that was for once styled out. “Little too explosive for my taste. Someone might chip their nail.”

[fidemaledicta]

event: pensieve threads where: An Order safehouse when: 1979/1980, before the assignment who: @battleofpeter

The owl had arrived mere minutes before, had found her in the middle of work yet the urgency within the words of the note had caused the witch to drop everything at a moment’s notice. It wasn’t as though she couldn’t go back after whatever this situation may be had been sorted. Surely it wouldn’t take all day. Surely it wasn’t nearly as bad as the urgency itself had made it sound. “Peter?” Emmeline called out the moment she’d set foot into the building. Her eyes were scanning the area. It seemed almost too calm, like a storm was brewing somewhere within the walls of the house.

There was, of course, a certain curiosity that came such a message. It was almost out of habit that she stood within the halls, her wand in hand as the sound of rain echoed from the windows and walls all around. “What exactly was so urgent?” By the silence all around, the witch had a feeling that this wasn’t a big meeting of any kind, much rather something that required her full attention. With a sigh she walked further into the house, making her way toward the room she recalled being the one where others would usually gather up. Just what was going on?

[fidemaledicta]

event: pensieve threads where: Hogwarts when: Late fall, 1975 who: @battleofpeter

It had been a match for the ages, fun and challenging and at the same time something that made her feel more alive than Emmeline Vance would have ever dared to voice out loud to another person. Despite that the witch found herself relieved when the match was over, all too happy to land and head back to the castle. Too many hours spent in the air had turned her into a sore, chilled mess; one that she was more than happy to sort out and then get back to a warm common room or bed for that matter. On a rainy day such as this, what else could one do after a match such as this? Certainly, there would be celebrating but Emmeline wasn’t one to stick around for those for too long.

Broom over her shoulder, the Slytherin made her way down the path, entirely absorbed in her own thoughts of the match. It was out of the corner of her eye that she spotted him. He wasn’t unfamiliar, certainly not someone she’d ever talked with before outside of the occasional hello or eye roll. Gryffindors were seemingly all the same to her. “Have you come to chase me across the grounds with another bludger or are you done for today?” Emmeline had a smirk on her lips when she turned toward him.

The beaters certainly hadn’t made her day easier. In fact, it seemed as though most of her time was spent trying to evade whatever whims of the other players were thrown her way. Bludgers had been a common occurrence, and more than once had she felt as though she was about to fall off her broom. Emmeline was not too proud to admit that the Gryffindor beaters certainly had done one hell of a job that day. "What's up, Pettigrew." The name was all together far too long to be used that way.