it was unusual to see peter pettigrew so serious. the boy’s cheeks were empty of their usual dimples; his pale blue eyes glazed over in deep thought, his brow creased in concentration. it was if a cloud had passed over the clear blue sky that was peter’s countenance. but the cloud only stayed for a moment — in just a heartbeat he was dimpling again, running a hand through his hair in a disarmingly endearing mixture of cockiness and self-consciousness. his eyes, dancing with mischief, flicked to canvass the face of the person in front of him, watching carefully for a reaction as he clapped once and produced a worn playing card from seemingly thin air. his wand lay several feet away, merely an innocent spectator to peter’s triumph as he presented his audience with the card and an accompanying smirk. ❛ — is THIS your card ? ❜
❛ hm ? oh sorry - i’m a bit busy right now, did you need something ? ❜ swapping her gaze between the parchment she was scratching at and the person who had been trying to say something to her for god knows how long, lily tried as best she could to gather her thoughts. ❛ if it’s urgent, or has anything to do with ms pendergrass’ disappearance i recommend finding the headmaster. i’m afraid that is all out of my hands. ❜
𝒇𝒕. 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰.
❛ — you mean you haven’t solved her disappearance yet ? ❜ peter teased, before holding his hands up in surrender. ❛ — JOKE. nah, i was hoping you could solve the mystery of the disappearing james. i can’t find him. figured he might be doing some official head boy shit. ❜
If the sorting house put you in a different house, what house do you think you'd be in and why?
❛ — well, i’ve never met a HUFFLEPUFF i didn’t like, and their common room’s right next to the kitchens. but i’m gryffindor through and through. sorry, helgs. ❜
if you had to punch one of your best friends square in the mouth, who would you punch?
❛ — moony’s been through enough shit, i couldn’t punch him. and i can’t punch james. he’s officially dumbledore’s favourite boy now, i wager i’d get kicked outta hogwarts for that. probably PADFOOT, i guess ? knowing him, all those girls drooling over him would just think black eyes are hot. i’d be doing him a FAVOUR, really. ❜
cis male / he/him. ┊ if you’re looking for PETER PETTIGREW, you’ll probably find HIM in the GRYFFINDOR dorm with the rest of the SEVENTH years. they’re the TWENTY year old HALFBLOOD who looks kind of like ROBIN MIGNÉ. they seem FACETIOUS, INTUITIVE, CARING to me, but apparently they’re also FOOLHARDY, SELF-DOUBTING, COVETOUS. maybe that’s why they remind me of laughter breaking the stillness of a suburban summer night, coughing on whiskey and cigarettes, running a restless hand through messy blond hair, the soft ticking of a grandfather clock, bruised knuckles stuffed in the pockets of scuffed jeans. the golden rays of the late afternoon sun. the scent of mothballs, the slightly metallic taste of tap water. quick glances seeking approval, a cheeky grin once it’s been earned. dog eared comic books in a cardboard box under your bed, feet dangling over the edge of the roof, staring down the stars, wanting to be a hero but not quite knowing how.
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peter pettigrew. born in sheffield, england to a muggle father and a magical mother. he lived in a small brick house with old fashioned furniture. his family has always been catholic, and so every sunday, he dressed up in his nicest hand-me-downs and went to church with his parents and younger sister.
the pettigrews are what you’d call a working-class family. money has always been tight with them. it wasn’t uncommon for his father to be working holidays, or to overhear a whispered conversation between his parents using words like mortgage and foreclosure. their clothes were always just on the edge of shabby no matter how often his mother darned and ironed them.
perhaps because of this, or perhaps because he was a wizard, he didn’t really click with the muggle kids in his neighbourhood. he was more a mama’s boy, helping his mother dust and vacuum and fold the laundry and set the table for supper every day. his parents were worried that he wasn’t a very social child, and that he wouldn’t make many friends at hogwarts. they even considered holding him back a year, but ultimately decided against it.
but lo and behold, when he went to hogwarts he made friends! remus, sirius and james to be specific. and it was gr8 and they brought out this whole other side of him that he’d never shown before
this mischievous, snarky boy who’ll yes ma’am and no ma’am your mum to her face but just as soon make a your mom joke when she’s out of earshot. his smile is either shy and endearing or the cheekiest lil shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. he’ll laugh at the worst of jokes. fluent in sarcasm. he’s great at seeming more innocent than he is ( a power that is used and abused during prank-pulling ). and yeah, he’s an enabler – his friends do stupid stuff and he doesn’t stop them. but so what ? he’s a twenty year old boy.
his room is surprisingly neat. would never admit it but he kind of likes cheesy cliches ( he’s watched gone with the wind with his mum enough times he can quote it off by heart ). he wants to be a dashing hero like in the dog eared comic books he still has in a box under his bed. wants to sweep a girl off her feet. wants to be something more than the sidekick, at least once.
peter loves the 1977 star wars movie and is very excited for the sequel coming out later this year ! he’s rooting for luke and leia (((: sure hope nothing in the future movies will ruin that ship ! ( yes, this is his villain origin story )
sometimes he’s trying just a bit too hard to impress other people because he cares a lot more about what other people think of him than he likes to let on. slightly self conscious because he had a growth spurt over the summer – he used to be really short but now he’s all long limbs and stupid grins and dimples and tousled blond hair and he’s grown quite attractive but doesn’t realize it, thank god. and hey – that’s just part of his charm. because he is charming. he just doesn’t realise it, compared to james and sirius.
he compares himself to james and sirius a lot. peter has always been prone to insecure thoughts and nervous tics – during exam season his nails are always bitten down to stubs and his skin breaks out. and in the times he’s feeling particularly unhappy with himself he looks to his friends. and this can go either one of two ways – either they make him better and build him up ( and really he should be able to do that himself but he’s always been dependent on other people. always. first his parents, then the marauders. ) or he’s feeling insecure and he looks to his friends and sees how much better they are than him. how unattainable their status is. and he feels like a useless burden, dragging them down. those are his bad days. but they’re relatively infrequent – at least for now.
he has ways to dispel these thoughts. for one, he drinks. not the best coping mechanism, granted, but whiskey burns his throat and the inside of his chest like the fire he always wished he had burning inside of him, and it makes him feel stronger and it makes him feel braver and his friends are drinking with him and soon they’re all laughing and doing stupid shit together and then the alcohol washes away any doubts peter has. and it’s good.
and sometimes he gets into fist fights. he’s gotten better at it over the years, ever since sirius taught him that your thumb isn’t supposed to go inside your fist. he feels strong when he fights; he feels a reckless sort of freedom that’s as close to confidence as he’ll ever get. and sometimes he picks fights he knows he can’t win, but hey, that’s part of the thrill, right ? because he also knows that his friends can bail him out, and he also knows that the black eye he’s going to have in the morning will make him look tougher, and people will fuss over him and ask questions. and it’s good.
if you asked peter what the most important thing in the world is to him, he would say his friends. and he would say his family. not once would it ever occur to him to say himself, or his own health or happiness.
he puts a lot of value on interpersonal relationships. and sometimes, that’s a good thing because he values those relationships and cherishes them, and he’s a wonderful friend and very intuitive. he can always tell if someone’s upset, and he’s a great listener. but also sometimes it’s a bad thing how much value he puts on those relationships. because he builds his own personal value off of them, and off how much people like him and support him. like i said – he’s always been dependent. he doesn’t know any way else to be.
and deep down, peter is an optimist. it’s his fatal flaw. how ? because no matter how badly things are going, he thinks to himself that it’ll all turn out fine, in the end. something will happen, in the end. someone will save him, in the end. for instance – he has no idea what he wants to do after hogwarts. and sometimes that worries him, but most of the time he pushes it to the back of his mind. he can think about that later. because in the end, it’ll turn out fine. because it always does for the good guys. right ?
idk what else to say man … i love peter but sometimes he makes me sad. this quote from buffy always reminds me of him
