Wormtail

Peter Pettigrew. Gryffindor. Pureblood. Marauder.

[the-charming-bones]

Yes, of course… Pettigrew, isn’t it?

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Peter. Only my grandmother calls me by my second name.You must be Amelia's brother.

Thanks.

[the-charming-bones]

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Can I borrow, well, use a piece of parchment? I just manages to spill ink down mine and I have an essay due next period.

[headboystag]

Could you repeat that again?

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I-er. I was just wondering if you minded if I decorated the room a bit. It's looking a bit dire, that's all.

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Well, snap.

That was the best muggle film I've ever seen.

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Is that snow I see floating past the window?

Yes! Yes it is! Finally!

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Pamela?

[notjustaprettyface-youknow-deac]

Pamela followed him to the classroom he described, laughing all the more as she started a run. Well, this was certainly a bit adventurous. Nothing like this had really happened at Beauxbatons, the magic was kept highly under control there and the rules were very strict. Her headmistress would surely expel for something like this, of course. “Bloody hell, it sounds like there are loads in there…” She nodded, a grin there as she drew her wand, waiting for him to scare them away from the door. “One, two, three-“

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Peter flashed a grin at her, before pulling the door open. He yelled ou loud, the sight of the stumpy legs on the china almost to gross for him to bear. It was a constant worry of his that whilst trapped in his rat form, he would get stunned and picked up, before being used for an example in class. It wasn't the actual things that scared him, more the idea that it could one day be his. He began to stomp his feet, trying to knock them apart, but decided to jump over the small things, kicking them into random places. Pulling out his and and waving it aimlessly, not saying anything. "I've got them- Pam!" He yelled, accidently kicking them towards her with his feet.

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Pamela?

[notjustaprettyface-youknow-deac]

She listened intently, head tilted curiously at what he had to say. As he explained, Pamela let out a little laugh of amazement at his predicament. If there was any one that would have gotten themselves into something like this, her money would have been on Peter. “Oh, dear. That is a bit of a problem. Where are they all? I might be able to help you with freezing them so that you can collect them all up at least?”

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He smiled as she laughed. Her laugh was so easy to catch onto; once she laughed, the frown flew right off his face. "It's the classroom just down the hall. I managed to shut them all behind the door, but they seemed like they wanted to escape." He grabbed her hand and gently pulled her with him, running until they were stood outside a dull red door. "This one. If you listen closely, you can even hear a few squeaks!" He leant against the wall, thinking. "How about, I scare them off, get out of the way and then you freeze them?"

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Pamela?

[notjustaprettyface-youknow-deac]

She frowned slightly, wondering what this ‘accident’ was. “Of course I’ll help, what’s wrong? Has any one been hurt, are you all alright?”

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Peter laughed, still out of breath from his sprinting. "Not really. At least, I hope not. I was practicing turning a rat into a tea cup, except it didn't really go as planned and now." he took a deep breath, a frown on his face. "And now there's a bunch on teacups, running around on tiny legs."

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Pamela?

[notjustaprettyface-youknow-deac]

"Oh, Peter!" She waved, peeking around the corner at the end of the corridor. "Are you alright?"

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"H-hey!" He smiled, bringing himself to a halt beside her. "Would you be able to help me for a minute? I mean, I've gotten into a little bit of an accident, but I saw you..or more your hair going down the corridor, and I wondered if you could help me out?"

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Pamela?

[Peter looked around muttering, more than a little lost.] Where is she?

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icansolenmlyswear-rp

"You look…smart, Wormy!"

"Don’t you start, Prongs and Padfoot have already teased me."

"No, seriously, you look very impressive."

Taken by a pleasantly surprised Remus Lupin- Autumn 1978 

[hestiajonesrp]

She looked at him, trying to snap out of her dream state. She tried to give him a smile, looking down at his hand, feeling the warmth if gave her. Hands were strange. Especially body heat. It was all very very strange. 

"Hello…" she tried to think of a quick remark, but the she saw the lightbulb blinking a little, taking her attention away. After a second she looked down at him, still a bit ghostly. "I’m not deaf.. so I can hear you,"

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"Of course you can, love. I was just checking." Peter smiled sadly, squeezing her hands gently, trying to reassure her. It broke his heart to see her like this. Where was the fun loving, bright spark of a girl that he knew and lvoed? She had vanished, leaving behind a shell of a girl.

"How are you doing? Do you need me to get you anything?" He followed her gaze to the lights. Perhaps it was better to talk in short sentances for now.

[hestiajonesrp]

Hestia sat in the bed in shock. She was almost in a daze, not knowing the difference between reality and illusion. She had been under the cruico for a whole minute… she’d been drugged with a potion that made her think she was drowning, almost screaming in pain… and with everything that was happening.. her body was telling her enough was enough. 

Though she was halfway gone in her own world, she could still register people visiting her. Her eyes went towards the person, as she smiled faintly, but her eyes were still ghost like. 

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Peter rushed into the hospital wing, sprinting around the place like a madman until he had found Hes. It would have been comical, were it not for the situation. Finding her on her bed, he pulled the curtain shut behind him, not wating any curious bystanders looking in, intruding on Hestia.

"Hes?" He murmered gently, taking her hand into his. "Can you hear me?" He knelt down, not bothering to sit on a chair. Seeing the haunted expression on her face, he wanted to take her into his arms, hug her and hold her until she felt better, but he didn't want to hurt her.

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Thank God today's almost over.

[yourstruly-charlotte]

I…I didn’t say anything…

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Oh. Sorry!

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Thank God today's almost over.

I didn't quite catch that..what did you just say?

[lucille-slughorn-blog]

Of course he has.[Lucille told him lightly, as she looked back at him from where she was  standing.] Here we are, what can I say though? I try. [The blond purred out, as she eyed him up and down again, trying to get some kind of vibe from him. She didn’t trust any strangers anymore.]

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[He laughed briefly.]All good things, I hope. But knowing him, probably not. What ever he's told you about me, is most likely not true. [He offered out his hand for her to shake, not knowing what else to do, before dropping it slightly.] So, how have you been? Er- are you staying for Christmas?

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Lucille Slughorn. I think I’ve heard Potter talk about you once or twice.

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He has? [Peter shifted uncomfortably, but his smile didn't waver.]James has spoken about you too. From what I've heard you're a charming girl. I couldn't wait to meet you and now here I am. How have you been, love?