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siriuslysiriusblck·:
“Touche, Pete, Touche!” Sirius replied proudly through his laughter as he hunched up on himself and held his sides. He wasn’t even able to think of the counter curse as he continued to laugh stupidly.
For a a couple of moments, Peter enjoyed tickling the other wizard before he let him drop back to the floor. “I hope you’ll rethink your pranking decisions in the future.”
drcmeda·:
She raised an eyebrow at his own joke. Andromeda had been surrounded by her cousin and his odd bunch for years, and they hadn’t changed much. Other than being powerful wizards, almost everything came as a joke. “And since I had to heal James the other week, I thought I’d drop by some pain relief potion for you boys. Always getting into situations, even if no one asked it of you. Are you busy now? Or do you have time for tea?”
If Peter were being honest, the pain relief was having Andromeda come to visit. The other marauders were his best friends and they were great, but being around them all the time was messing with his head. He desperately needed a break. “Not at all, come on in,” Peter said, pulling the door open further and stepping aside to let Andromeda inside. “The others will be around somewhere, but the kitchen’s just down here.”
drcmeda·:
Andromeda was a little surprise at the amount of noise behind the door, but she had a feeling. “No, you’re fine! I’m sorry, I just did some shopping in the area and came by with no notice. My husband told me you would all be fine but I decided to bring by some food, just in case my cousin’s eaten everything. I’m glad you’re here though, Peter, how are you? ”
Peter was a little surprised to see Andromeda at the door, but he quickly pulled it open wide and let her in. “I’m sure we’ll all be grateful for that. I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but Sirius eats like a dog. You’ll turn away for a moment and he’ll have wolfed down all the food,” he said with a laugh at his joke, even if Andromeda didn’t understand it. “We’re okay. Just lying low, you know.”
gryffinprongs·:
James chuckled lightly and nodded. “I could do with a good few.” He agreed, throwing his dripping wet arm around his friend’s shoulder again. “Let’s go!”
“A good few being how many exactly?” Peter asked curiously. “Just for reference later.”
siriuslysiriusblck·:
“I wouldn’t expect anything less. In fact, I would be disappointed if you didn’t.” He grinned glad to see his friend returning back to normal. “We good?”
“Not yet, but we will be,” Peter promised. As soon as he’d gotten his own back. Whipping his arm out, Wormtail muttered a quick Levicorpus to send Sirius up into the air, which he was read to immediately follow up with a cheeky Ricumsempra.
siriuslysiriusblck·:
“Whoa, hey now, who ever said we don’t have your back?” Sirius halted on the spot, shock covering his face. “Of course we have your back. You’re a marauder, Pete. That makes us brothers and we’d do anything for each other, even if we do wind each other up.”
His words were a sucker punch to the chest and Peter tried hard not to show his discomfort on his face. “Obviously. And I will get you back for this one; I hope you realise that.”
gryffinprongs·:
“You should know by now, Wormtail, that I’m always a passerby.” James laughed. “Of course. One of the few places available.” He joked, though with a small frown as he did so.
It was sad, but it was true. There weren’t many places that were safe to go any more. “Don’t think about that,” he insisted. “Think about drinking as many butterbeers as we can before stumbling home.”
gryffinprongs·:
“I don’t think you have proof of that last one, Wormtail. I merely handed you the can, no evidence I had any knowledge of its hidden contents.” He chuckled. “But maybe I’ll do you the favour and take the hit.”
“I think we both know that you weren’t just an innocent passerby.” Peter teased, “but since you’re buying the drinks, I can’t complain. The Leaky Cauldron?”
gryffinprongs·:
They likely looked like a pair of kids once again, drenched through and laughing. “And I think I’m everyone’s saviour for that one.” He said between laughs. Granted, he was the one that had caused the smell in the first place, but that was hardly worth mentioning. “Including yours – so what’s that, a butterbeer on the house?”
It was times like these when Peter almost regretted his decision to turn informant. But who could blame him? He shook the thoughts away, forcing a laugh out as he clapped his hand on James’ shoulder. “Definitely my saviour. Although you were also the perpetrator, so they probably cancel each other out.” he teased. “I think you owe me at least two for the mental trauma.”
“I’ll be there in a moment!” Peter called down the stairs as he hastily packed all the documents into a folder and slid it back into the hiding spot beneath the desk. Jumping to his feet, he ran down to the first floor and pulled open his front door. “Hi, sorry about that. You wouldn’t believe how messy it was in here.”
gryffinprongs·:
James barely had a moment to respond before he found himself in a position arguably worse than his friends’. Soaking wet, James stifled a laugh and offered Peter a glare. “You could do with a wash, too, Wormtail – let me return the favour.” He winked moments before he pulled the wand from his pocket and cast the very same spell. Water now streaming towards his friend. “Let me get rid of that smell for you.” He laughed.
It was incredibly satisfying to watch the rush of water drench James in revenge for his prank. And when the other was stood there, looking like a drowned rat (for lack of a better metaphor, Peter could do nothing but laugh. Until he heard the words leaving his mouth, and really he should have expected retaliation but he was too busy laughing as the jet of water sprayed across his front and soaked through his clothes. He paused for a moment to shake the excess water away then looked up to meet James’ eyes and, once more, burst out laughing again. “Well at least I don’t smell any more!” He managed to get out between laughs.
gryffinprongs·:
“A wizard never reveals his tricks, Wormtail.” He said, throwing an arm around his buddy. “Besides, how do I know you wouldn’t plan some sort of retaliation?” He chuckled, removing his arm again after getting a whiff of the unsavoury smell that now lingered over him. “I’m on to you.” He winked before laughing again.
Peter shrugged his arms off, turning to face James with a smirk playing across his lips. “If you knew me at all, Potter, you would know I’m already planning my revenge.” And he was. Whipping his wand out, he pointed it directly at James and said “Aguamenti!”
peculiarpanda·:
The night had fallen without Pandora’s attention. She sat with her legs crossed on the barstool, trying to grasp a peaceful mind and read the book that she’d been neglecting. Though she didn’t seem to be getting anywhere far with it, her mind was occupied with other things, mainly her new interest concerning new and unidentified spells.
It was a practice that Pandora was intrigued by always having been well adapted to charms. Her mind needed a distraction and her parchment was full of ideas she was getting inspired from. Of course, her confidence was boosted when she enchanted the tea kettle to talk to her after performing endless hours for a spell that could animate inanimate objects. The problem now being that she was having issues inventing a spell that would reverse it. Pandora disliked coming home to her tea kettle spouting at her.
She heaved a defeated sigh and collected her things, noticing immediately the light had faded from the sky outside and it was now a dark canvas. It was a clear night and the night sky highlighted all the stars above. Pandora tilted her head against the brick wall and stared blankly at the stars above her.
“Beautiful aren’t they?” Pandora sighed, talking to no one in particular. “I’ve always been fascinated by how small we are in comparison.”
If anyone were to ask him what he was doing out so late at night, Peter would say that he was out for a walk. In some parts, it was true. The moon was shining bright in the sky overhead, the stars were twinkling and Peter Pettigrew was walking.
The darkness of nightfall was just starting to close over Godric’s Hollow and Peter was just about to shift into his rat form and disappear into said darkness, when he spotted a figure just ahead of him, leaning against one of the houses.
For a second he considered to try to slip away, but then the figure spoke up. He moved closer, nervous about who it was; he recognised that voice though and when he got close enough to make her out in the moonlight, his worries slipped away.
“ I suppose they are,” he said, taking a seat beside her. His other business would have to wait. “And some of us are smaller still.” He laughed at his own terrible joke, leaning back to look up at the stars above with Pandora. “Do you come out here often to watch the stars?”
gryffinprongs·:
“Where would anyone get a can of beans from?” James shrugged, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “What matters is wherever it was from, it definitely wasn’t beans. That, or I’ve been told some awful lies my entire life.”
“That definitely was not beans.” Peter grimaced at the thought of the foul-smelling explosion that he had just been subjected to. “How did you even rig it to do that? Has Evans been showing you more of those muggle magic tricks?”
howlingmoony·:
Moony smiled fondly at his friends, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he shook his head. “No, not this time. I’ve lost my cat, I’ve looked everywhere for the stupid thing.”
A shiver ran through Peter’s body. “You’ve lost your cat?” He glanced around nervously. He’d always thought it was stupid for Moony to keep his cat here, but now he really did. So, no changing until that monster had been found.
siriuslysiriusblck·:
“Aw c’mon Pete, you’ve got to admit that was funny!” Bent over laughing, Sirius attempted to catch his breath as he looked at his friend. “You made that way too easy, how was I supposed to resist?”
Peter glared at Sirius. “I’m sorry that I trust you guys to have my back.” He wasn’t angry, not really. After all, you couldn’t be in the marauders for as long as he’d been without getting pranked once or twice.
gryffinprongs·:
With quick reflexes, James managed to effortlessly catch the tin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Pete.” The wizard shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. “This was supposed to be a completely normal can of…” He turned the tin can around to inspect its label. “Beans?”
“Beans?” Peter repeated, “Where did you even get a can of beans from”