Peter

Squeaker squeak squeakin'

[fieryevans]

wxrmtvil:

“F-fearless? Lily Evans, you’re completely barking.” Peter gave her a defeated look, but held out his hand anyway. “You know I’m rubbish at dancing.” He wasn’t, of course. It was something him and his mother would do often in their kitchen when he was growing up to ‘impress the girls one day’. Not that it was doing him any good now. “Two left feet and all.”

“I am not! You’re just biased, whereas I see you clearly and you’re definitely fearless.” Lily grinned as he held out his hand, taking it and rolling her eyes slightly. “Oh come on, Pete, you and I both know you’re a much better dancer than I am.” Lily was far too clumsy to be any good at dancing but that didn’t stop her loving it. “Come on.”

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“You’ve b-been hanging out with James too much. You’re starting t-to sound like him.” Peter scoffed, followed by a nervous laugh. “Remus is a better d-dancer than you and I’m p-pretty sure he does have two left feet.” His laugh was less forced this time as he gingerly places his hands in the appropriate places and started moving them across the floor. “D-don’t forget to count. It helps.” He glanced up as they glided, his pink ears ever present.

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“I donno why I c-come to these things. I don’t ever fit in.”

[mck-tt-n]

“Oh, you’re fine, dear. It’s not like I really fit in either. My family isn’t exactly on good terms with the Pureblood society.”

[wxrmtvil-blog]

Peter wrinkled his nose, sniffing on instinct like he could smell the purebloods from the rest. “I d-don’t think most people here are. Strange, we’d all be invited though, yeah?” Peter’s eyes didn’t stop moving, as if waiting for someone to come up and kick him out at any moment. “To th-think, Sirius grew up with this lot.” Peter chucked, glancing over at Marlene.

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“I donno why I c-come to these things. I don’t ever fit in.”

[fieryevans]

“Because you’re absolutely fearless,” Lily replied with a grin. “Want to dance?”

[wxrmtvil-blog]

“F-fearless? Lily Evans, you’re completely barking.” Peter gave her a defeated look, but held out his hand anyway. “You know I’m rubbish at dancing.” He wasn’t, of course. It was something him and his mother would do often in their kitchen when he was growing up to ‘impress the girls one day’. Not that it was doing him any good now. “Two left feet and all.”

[wxrmtvil-blog]

“I donno why I c-come to these things. I don’t ever fit in.”

[witticisms-of-a-wolf-blog]

“Right? I thought that crashing this thing was supposed to be Sirius’ idea, and yet I haven’t seen him all night.”

“Can’t stand half the people here.”

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Peter nodded as his eyes narrowed to scan the room before turning back to Remus with a sigh as he shook his head slowly. “Still no sign of the bloody git. He would stiff us at his own family’s party. Well, ex family.” Peter grimaced slightly, finding next to none in familiars or likeables. “I know what you mean. A lot of stuffy purebloods. At least the drink is good.” His mouth perked slightly before he plucked a glass from a passing tray.

[wxrmtvil-blog]

“I donno why I c-come to these things. I don’t ever fit in.”

[wxrmtvil-blog]

Peter Pettigrew | Winterball circa Dec 1978

[lilyjohnevans]

“Wasn’t it just Christmas? I feel like it was just Christmas…” Amycus shook his head, letting out a sigh. "Are we getting old, or did I just drink my way through ‘78?″ he asked.

[wxrmtvil-blog]

“May-maybe both?” Peter half smiled, taking a sip of his drink.

[allurabenoit-deactivated2023112]

“Have a holly, jolly Christmas! I don’t actually know the words to this song…”

[wxrmtvil-blog]

“And...and.....in case you didn’t know...” Peter whispered the next line, a small grin on his face. His father had loved Christmas carols, and his mum still sang or hummed them, before she’d get too sad about it. “I can get y-you the album, if...if you’d like..?”

[magicalkim]

“Did I do something wrong?” Emmeline demanded, though her voice sounded crestfallen. She looked down apologetically.

[wxrmtvil-blog]

“Wh-wh-what? No..no..I just...I was j-just saying to be careful with that. It’s...it’s very fragile, and Antonin would have my s-skin if it...if it breaks.” Peter tried to add a small smile, though he could feel his ears burning with how ridiculous he sounded.

[unblackened-andromeda]

“I’m listening, I promise,” she said, rifling through the racks of clothes in her wardrobe as she searched for the perfect outfit. She really should let go of some of these… “Okay, so you’re hand in hand on the beach… What happened next?”

[wxrmtvil-blog]

“I...well, I...I woke up.” Peter sighed at his retelling of his anticlimactic dream as he studied an insignificant spot on the carpet, still feeling more than a little awkward to be in Andie’s room, alone. “And th-that was that.”

[wxrmtvil-blog]

“Do...do you think it’ll rain t-today? I know, silly question. It is London, after all.” Peter glanced up at the sky, the grey clouds appearing to roll in quicker and quicker.

[prxngss]

wxrmtvil:

Peter laughed, as he helped James along, his eyes scanning for Lily or at least a glimpse of red hair. “Well, I don’t see her, so an insult might do. Think we could…summon her?” Peter laughed again, as if he’d already forgotten why they needed to find her in the first place. Whatever he was drinking, it was finally kicking in. “I still think it’s a bloody stupid trick, but with practice, maybe I won’t have to watch you tumble over yourself.” Peter snickered again, adjusting his hold with James. “Though, that was a wee bit fun to see. Guess we should just learn this spell she’s gonna do for us until we perfect it. Well, when we find her. If we find her?”

James didn’t see her either, making him frown. Peter’s wet shirt aside, he had hoped his girlfriend would have been easy to find, but none of his Lily senses were tingling. “I mean, I could try,” he said, giving the horrible idea some thought. “She’d probably strangle me for it, though.” Laughing along with Peter, James shook his head violently, sending his already messy hair into a bigger state of disarray. “My execution was a little messy, I admit, but I’ve done that flawlessly before, and you know it,” he reminded Pete. “And either way I didn’t spill my drink, so I don’t know how you spilled yours.” He grinned under the weight of Peter’s chuckling approval, mostly taking at as a sign that Peter wasn’t actually miffed at him. “Well, I can do it when I’m sober, but if I try it now, there’s no telling what’ll happen. When, always when. We’ll find her, Pete. Have faith.” James grinned, refusing to believe that finding Lily was ever an ‘if’ situation. “How’s about we buy you a new shirt for the mean time?”

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“Aye, suppose you’re right. Don’t want her getting any more mad at us...you...than need be.” How hard was it to find a firey red head in this sea of green...oh and red. Guess everyone wanted to be Irish today. “Doesn’t mean I like it any more. We need to just come up with a better one. One that works for the both of us? Maybe?” Peter looked up with a shy smile. He rarely asked for any type of help with girls, rather staying far from them. Yeah. He really was getting sloshed. “Sure sure. We’ll findher. You’ll always find her. Oh. Um.” Peter looked down, his shirt a soggy mess that clung to his chest. “I dunno, Prongs. And where would we even get one, hm? Everything’s closed for the party.”

[wxrmtvil-blog]

For the hundredth time, Peter told himself this was a horrible idea and he was about to die. But when Alecto asked him a question he sighed, somewhat relieved. Course, he could still die, but not yet. There was hope. Maybe. “A-a-a-a-mycus...s-say it w-would be g-g-g-ood for..for m-me.” Peter swallowed hard and looked up briefing, afraid eye contact for more than .2 seconds would probably send her into a rage and kill him on the spot. Oh, back to the dying thoughts.

[wxrmtvil-blog]

Peter laughed, as he helped James along, his eyes scanning for Lily or at least a glimpse of red hair. “Well, I don’t see her, so an insult might do. Think we could...summon her?” Peter laughed again, as if he’d already forgotten why they needed to find her in the first place. Whatever he was drinking, it was finally kicking in. “I still think it’s a bloody stupid trick, but with practice, maybe I won’t have to watch you tumble over yourself.” Peter snickered again, adjusting his hold with James. “Though, that was a wee bit fun to see. Guess we should just learn this spell she’s gonna do for us until we perfect it. Well, when we find her. If we find her?”

[wxrmtvil-blog]

“Yeah, you’re very bad.” Peter tried to keep his angry face, but James’ pathetic one was too funny to stay mad at. “Oi, if we can find her, yeah. Even drunk, she can charm the pants off us.” He paused, that particular phrasing probably more of an idea for James than just a saying. Shaking his head to get that image gone, Peter set his now empty glass down and took ahold of James, not sure which of them was less stable. “That trick is not a good trick, even drunk, and if we traded shirts, I’d be drowning in yours,” he snorted at yet another pun he unintentionally made before continuing, “And there’s no way you’d fit mine. Plus it’s wet! Lily is our best option.”

[wxrmtvil-blog]

Well. That wasn’t suppose to have happened. It was far too risky to transform, yet here Peter found himself, shoe level in a room just waiting to trample him. His nerves really did get the better of him, and just like that, Wormtail happened. Shite. There were no screams, so it seemed everyone was too distracted to have noticed he was there then not, so at least he had that going for him.

Taking advantage of this odd turn of events, Peter started to scamper off, only to have two warm, and maybe a little sticky, hands scooping him up in one quick grab. Bloody hell! This just got worse! His little heart beat rapidly has he came face to whiskers with Alice. Peter was pretty sure he could trust her with his massive secret, but he and the other’s had made a pact to not tell unless it was life or death, or a spouse, and this situation was none of the above. It was his stupid mistake, and now he had to figure a way out of it.

Peter was about to bite her finger, well, nibble with a point, when Alice made her plea. His big black eyes stared up at her, and he tilted his head, whiskers twitching. Maybe there was a way out of this yet. He squeaked a response and wiggled, though Peter hoped Alice took it as any normal rat just wanting to get down and run away, and as soon as his little paw it the ground he took off running, with barely a backward glance to make sure she didn’t follow.

That was close. Too close. Peter booked it around the corner, and sure no one was around, quickly changed back. He gasped once he was human again, his heart still racing. Making himself presentable, he rushed in through a door, grabbed a couple drinks, then ran back out the door Alice had originally carried him, taking a deep breath as he walked up to her, adding a confused look. “You...you let g-go. And th-then I lost you..So I got d-drinks. Want one?“ He paused as he held one out, tilting his head. “Are...are y-you okay, Alice?”

[wxrmtvil-blog]

Peter tried his best to keep the heat from rising up his neck to his face, but he could feel it burning with every wild, and quite possibly last, beat his heart made. “Y-y-yes...?” He managed to squeak out, afraid to try any more words, but chanced a glance up, his eyes wide with both suspense and horror.