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peter pettigrew / 22 / death eater

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Sirius Black’s Flat @wormfail

“Fuck!” Sirius threw down his controller (for the fifth time that day) instantly reaching for the smoky bong sitting on his coffee table. “I don’t get why I lose every - single - time.” He shook his head, as though he was finally giving up, and leaned back into the sofa. Lighter in one hand, he deftly took a quick, small hit and placed it back on the table in front of Peter for him to take if he needed. “I’m - ” He coughed, “ - dying to hear about what your week’s been like, husband.” Sirius teased, “Hope you stole me a diamond.”

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“You know what I think?” Peter said in between laughs that were caused both by the long hit he’d just taken and the sweet, sweet taste of victory, turning his head to his friend next to him. “I think it’s cause you suck, mate. Or maybe I’m just a fuckin’ rainbow road king and you just really... suck.” Childish words said in a slur, but what else was Peter if not a child? He threw his hands up in the air, pumping them for good measure, milking the moment, small as it may be. Leaning back as well, he let his head loll to the side, dropping unto Sirius’ shoulder as he playfully made kissy faces. “Oh, you know...” He spoke in a high pitched, mocking accent, pretending to be thinking up of what to say. “I’d still you a whole chandelier just to prove my love to you, darlin’...” Peter reached for the bong and took a hit, swirling the smoke that slipped through his lips.

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“Nah, only the ones who disappear off the face of the earth for stretches of time,” he replied easily, unable to hide the smile that had appeared on his face as he did. Even as Peter plucked the lit cigarette from his fingers, Remus just watched with intrigue and something akin to fondness. “Please, help yourself to my smoke, by all means,” he added before raising his brows and letting out a laugh. It was impossible to be ‘round Peter and not feel like this  - it was easy and enjoyable and left him pleasant. “Who said I missed you? Didn’t even know you were gone. Actually a breath of fresh air without you around.”

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“Well, we can’t all be livin’ it up easy, peasy, you know. Some of us actually gotta go and earn their livin’.” He tried to be snide, but as soon as Remus smiled, he was a goner. The guy was adorable, what could he say? And plus, there was something to be said of people who actually and genuinely enjoyed his company or thought of him as a human being with a sense of worth and purpose, and Remus was both of those things. “Ah, you can afford another one, anyway. Consider this charity work.” He put on a mock, shaky voice, thinking of the pastor in his old hometown who had repeatedly tried to “save your soul from the fiery pits of condemnation” after he was caught with a blunt. “Thank you, sir, Lord bless your soul.” Chuckling, he passed the cigarette back, blowing smoke out the corner of his lips as he did. “Can see it in your face and everythin’, can’t I? Look at that pretty lil smile,” he reached a finger out and pulled at the edge of Remus’ lips, tracing his dimple. “You’re showin’ what you ain’t sayin’, but it’s alright, I’ll take what I can get. What have you been up to anyway? You busy right now?”

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“ – If this is an emergency, don’t bother me. I’m not getting paid right now” Remus gave a vague wave of his hand, motioning to the cigarette that was currently held between the two fingers without even bothering to look up from his phone. “I’ve got another three minutes before I need to be on the clock again, so you’ll have to wait until then,” he explained. After another moment or two, realizing that they had yet to leave him be, he finally looked up expectantly.

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“So that’s how you treat your mates now, eh?” Peter said in a tone that was supposed to be indignant but never quite reached the mark due to the grin on his face that refused to be suppressed. Without missing a beat, his hand darted out and took the cigarette from Remus, clipping it to the corner of his lips in one smooth movement before resuming his talk. “Aren’t you even gonna hug me and say you missed me and everythin’? I’m hurt, mate.”

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[emme]: 👻

[emme]: it's the place 2 🐝

[emme]: u know u wanna 😉

[pedro]: 🙇

[pedro]: u r a woman after my ❤

[pedro]: 🐝 there in 10 ?

[pedro]: do u want 🍟🍔🍕 ?

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Dorcas smiled a bit over at him and nodded. “Yeah, most people don’t expect that when I tell them. It’s understandable, of course. But yeah, it just sort of happened. I wouldn’t have believed it if you told me that I would be where I was a couple years ago.” She shrugged, laughing quietly. “You know, you shouldn’t just let them beat you up. Remove yourself from that environment or whatever shit people say about that type of situation. I don’t know. It ’s definitely not a good idea to just let them beat you up…Wait, a comedian!” She laughed a bit louder and shook her head. “You think so? Maybe I’ll start a stand up gig as a side job. Not like I don’t have free time.” She joked and waved her hand dismissively. “But no,” Doe started as her laughing died down a bit. “I don’t know, you could always sober up, go back to school, redo everything. I guess that’s not for everyone but if it’s something you wanna do…” Her voice faded off as she just shrugged.

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“Gotta say, doc, that gives me hope... some day I’m gonna have fancy dresses and fancy heels like you too.” Peter pointed at her clothes, chuckling and still in awe. It was easy to joke and easy to poke fun at himself because really, he knew that despite everything, hers wasn’t a path that he would have ever found himself on, partly because he wasn’t cut out for it and also because the odds felt like they’d been stacked against him from the start. That or he really just wanted an excuse for how his life had ended up here. “Bet your mum’s pretty proud of you then, huh? Nothin’ says proud parent like havin’ a doctor for a kid.” He paused to give her words some thought... or at least create the illusion of it. It was easier said than done, what she was suggesting, but he didn’t want to be rude and tell that to her face. “S’fine, really, they don’t do me so bad and usually if I sort of just, like, keep mum through it then they get bored and let off. I like the other bits of my life.” Trying to keep a straight face, Peter nodded vigorously at her question before breaking out into a huge smile and laughing along with her. “I’ll think about it s’all I could say,” he said a little quieter than he would’ve liked. This part of the conversation reminded him of what so many others have already told him and kept telling him, and just like to them, Peter knew he wouldn’t really take any of it to heart. That explained why he and Emmeline slowly drifted apart and why his mother had kicked him out and why here he was, walking beside a doctor who’d helped him out before after a night out alone. “I kinda still wanna be the first guy on Pluto though. Bein’ a doctor’s good but first guy on Pluto? That’s the real shit.”

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[emme]: dogs r social silly

[emme]: come 🐝 social

[emme]: 🌿 1st then 🌺🌻🌹🌷🌼🌸

[emme]: yes😊?????

[pedro]: lazy day em i just wanna 😴

[pedro]: wer u @ anyway ?

[pedro]: skate park ???

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Ted & Peter’s Flat May 15, 2016 8.04PM @wormfail

“No Angelica, no!” Ted cried over a loud crash of pots and pans. “Naughty girl.” He said, stepping over last nights (last weeks?) left overs and scooping the puppy up from the now empty bench. “This is human food. And well… you’d probably get sick if you tried eating it.” He wrinkled his nose. They really needed to get on top of the cleaning. With Angelica cradled in one arm Ted made a half hearted attempt to tidy up the mess in the kitchen. Food scraps in the bin. Dirty dishes stacked in the sink. He’d wash them later, Ted promised himself. For the third night in a row.

Considering it a job well done Ted smiled to himself and walked through the flat, gently placing the puppy back on the floor where she yipped excited and skittered off to find Parsley and Tarragon. Within moments the three dogs were play fighting happily in front of the heater. Ted dropped to the rug next to them and switched on the television, settling quickly on a David Attenborough documentary. Working on auto pilot Ted rolled up a joint, pausing only to frown at his quickly dwindling stash. He had told Peter to help himself when they moved in together, Ted just hadn’t realised how eagerly Peter would accept that invitation. 

Ted stretched out across the living room floor, waving the smoke away from his precious pets as he descended into a blissfully relaxed state. The sound of keys in the door roused him, Ted absently wondered if Peter had brought any food for dinner home. Probably not. He sat up just enough to roll another joint and to tuck the bag under the rug. Ted glanced at his phone, taking vague note of the time, wondering how long it would take for Peter to ask for a smoke.

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How could this night get any better? Answer: it couldn’t. At least not from Peter’s perspective which, in its state of giddiness and euphoria, shouldn’t really be trusted. Truth be told, a lot of things had gone wrong throughout the day: from his botched deal to getting his ass glared out of The Shade by some random dude he couldn’t remember if he’d offended before to running out of material to play with (if you get his drift) after he’d literally blazed through the three he had rolled up in his pocket, it should and was a disaster that any typical boy/man would throw his hands up to in surrender... except this was Peter Pettigrew and one failed crime for the day wasn’t enough to stop him.

Another thing that didn’t stop him apparently were blaring car alarms and rabid guard dogs biting at his feet, leaving him running full pelt down the street with a still open backpack over one shoulder and a stash of bottles in his arms. He really should’ve known that it was impossible that he wouldn’t get caught... or that someone would leave their house completely defenseless... or that he shouldn’t have bothered going through the woman’s kitchen and had instead left well alone like he’d originally planned... or that dropping a bottle out of clumsiness would, in fact, wake up an otherwise peacefully sleeping dog in the other room. Clearly he was no expert criminal, but what he was was at least another night richer, making quick work of pawning off what jewelry, electronics and clothes he’d managed to get his hands on for money and security. The sooner he got rid of five finger discounted items, the better... and he’d learned that the hard way.

Walking into the apartment with swagger that quickly disappeared once the dogs caught sight of him and started to pounce on him, Peter made his way over to the living room in a slow struggle, pointedly ignoring the mess that surrounded him as he unzipped his bag, upturned it and loudly dropped the bottles on the couch before plopping down next to them, a smirk on his face. “Mate, I think we’re set for another...” He turned to count the bottles next to him then became quiet for a moment as he tried to calculate just how long it would take them (read: mostly him) to get through it, keyword try since he gave up halfway through. “We’re stashed, Father Ted, is what I’m sayin’! I think that lady was tryna drown herself with these, I would’ve gotten more if I hadn’t dropped one of ‘em. And it looked like a good one too, it had like fancy writin’ and shit.” A hand reached out to where Ted was lying, fingers already poised - a clear sign that he was asking for the blunt to be passed to him. He knew he owed Ted for more, much more than just one or two hits, but... you know, that’s what friends are for, right? “Ah, fuck. Was I in charge of gettin’ food tonight? Shit, sorry, mate... d’ya wanna go out or call ‘em up? On me, for real this time.” At that, Peter pulled out the crumpled bills from his hoodie pocket, grinning dumbly at his friend.

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[emme] it's cute!!!

[emme] 😉 c cute!!!!

[emme] 🌷🌼🌸💐🌺🌻🌹

[pedro] no ur cute ya butt 🙀

[pedro] r u doing a snoop doggy dog by urself? 🚬?

[pedro] they like ur 🌺🐝🌺🐛🌺🐞

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[emme]Do you wanna plant some flowers 😉😘

[emme]🌺🌻🌷🌼🌸

[pedro] y r u 😉 @ me ???

[pedro] is 😉 code 4 smth ???

[pedro] 💐🌹🐣🐸🐭

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Doe shrugged slightly, fixing her bag more comfortably on her shoulder as they continued to walk in the general direction of her house. “I suppose…but you know, I didn’t go to school in a very good neighborhood so trust me, I definitely had some shitty teachers.” She chuckled quietly. “Oh, I know, I know. It’s alright, honestly. I have quite the clientele so a couple dollars here and there on supplies for you won’t hurt me. If you’re ever in trouble or need a bandage or whatever, you’re more than welcomed there.” Dorcas promised looking over at him with a small smile. In all honesty, she wasn’t exactly sure why she had such a soft spot for him, but she could only suppose it reminded her that she originally became a doctor not for the money but to help people, over the last couple of years that hasn’t exactly been the case. It would be nice to help someone just because it was the right thing to do and not expect anything in return. “Yeah, I am happy being a doctor.” She laughed. “You never know, you could still make a pretty good doctor. You’ll just have to work a lot harder than everyone else. And I mean, hey. If you ever do decide to go down that path, they’ll always be an interning spot in my office opened. You can pay me back that way.”

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“Really? I never would’ve guessed that, doc. Guess you’ve really made it, huh? Cause you live in the nicer part of town, got your own place, I’m guessin’, and... you know, you look great and everythin’.” Normally Peter would be talking his mouth off, but her revelation had him a little astounded. It wasn’t that he thought it was impossible or fake, he just never heard of someone who may have had his same story, same background and done so so well for themselves. A doctor? That was just insane. “You shouldn’t say that to me, doc, I’m gonna take it and run away with it. And I get into accidents all the time too. My flat’s a mess and I keep trippin’ over things or my own foot. And people like beatin’ me up for some reason, I think it’s cause I’m short or... I dunno, cause I’m half Jewish.” He spoke casually, like he wasn’t talking about violence or being harmed. Truth be told, he’d gotten used to it, counted it simply as a part of his job and his life. Typical people would probably not be as cool about it, maybe? Who knows? “Are you for real, doc?” he said, laughing loudly. “I’d be a shit doctor! Not that I’ll even get into uni or pass some type of medical exam, for one thing, and work harder... Oh man, that’s a funny joke, doc. And the job offer was a nice touch. You got a fall back as a comic.”

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“It’s a phrase, Peter.” Severus rolled his eyes, his patience already beginning to be tested. “You’ll get over it. I’m sure you’ve been called worse over the years.” He slipped his phone out of his pocket, staring at the screen as he debated sending Marlene an SOS text. As far as he knew, she got on quite well with Peter, and he was beginning to think he’d need a buffer to get through the evening. His tab? Severus’ brow furrowed. He didn’t even have a tab! Well, he did now apparently. Putting his phone back into his pocket, he switched it for a crumpled note, handing it over to the barman.  This was going to be a long night, of that Severus was sure.

What was Peter even talking about? A slow exhalation of breath left him, his eyes closing for a few moments. “You have quite the…” he trailed off, trying to think of the right word. “colourful imagination. Have you ever considered going into writing as a career?” He reached for the shot as the barman placed them down, downing it in one. “Ugh,” he grimaced. “what did you even order? Two shots of absinthe, please.” He turned a little more towards Peter. “And how exactly did he get proof that his target was his mystery brother? Twins separated by birth?”

“I don’t think fun is the word I would use to describe it. Dingy, yes.” Well, he possibly would when he and Bellatrix were discussing the latest books they had read. He gave the barman a curt not when he set the second round of shots down in front of them. “Isn’t everyone tall to you?” Severus was by no means a tall man, but even he had a few inches on Peter. “I’m sure they’re very intimidating.” Severus had only encountered them a handful of times. Most of his business was with Bellatrix or Molly.

His fingers tapped against the sticky wood of the bar top as he listened to Peter’s rambling spiel, carefully noting the wince Peter made when Severus asked. Clearly something wasn’t quite right. Somehow Peter not being allowed to hold babies didn’t surprise him. But back to the matter at hand. “I need you to come by this week. Settling some outstanding business. I’m sure Marlene would like to see you.” Severus could only hope that Peter would pick up on the fact that it was more of a demand than a request. Picking up the other shot glass he clinked it half-heartedly against Peter’s before downing it, his eyes watering slightly at the familiar burn that trickled through his insides. “It was the most obvious place to look for you.”

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“I was jokin’, boss man, geez. ‘Course I knew that was some typa... y’know, that thing, idioms and expressions and shit. Saying a thing but actually meanin’ somethin’ else.” Did he get a kick out of annoying the heck out of Severus? Yes. Did he have to expend that much of an effort to get him riled up? No. So really, it was a win-win for his laziness and his enjoyment. It wasn’t like he was that daft to not notice that his existence alone seemed to rub the guy the wrong way, but you know, that was just part of the fun. He liked to think that deep down, perhaps deep deep down, the guy actually liked him. “Writin’ as a career? And what, you’re gonna miss your favorite little worker? Gotta tell you though, I had a lot of dreams, mate. Wanted to be a doctor, an astronaut, wanted to be a boxer once too, loads of things. But the system, you know? The system! It doesn’t work for blokes like me.” He rolled his eyes, turning to the bartender with a look on his face that practically screamed ‘Can you believe this guy?’ “Obviously they got matching birthmarks, boss man. Like, on their thumb and everythin’, you can’t fake that shit so they’ll always know who’s who.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders, looking around the place. The Shade was possibly one of his favorite places in the world and yes, he does mean the world. It had that perfect amount of accepting but also intimidating enough that you second guessed yourself as you walked through the door, wondering if the risk was worth it. And he liked seeing the Old Man Prewett, he was... something. “You don’t gotta be an arse about it though, height’s just a bunch of numbers. They also got all those tattoos and beards and bats and shit, I’d be pretty honored to be beaten to death by ‘em, I reckon.” He chewed at the inside of his cheek, contemplating what he was being told. He’d received the spiel so many times now, he knew what it meant even if Severus tried to thinly veil it. “A’ight, can do, boss man. I always have fun bein’ ‘round your girlfriend and all, she’s a real badass.” Grinning like a wolf, Peter watched Severus for a second before downing his own shot, relishing the burning track down his throat and to his stomach and the slight wooziness it brought to his head. “That’s not true. I could’ve been at the park or at home or any other place.”

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