"I got dreams but I can't make myself believe them Spend the rest of my life with what could have been."
BASICS
name : peter geoffrey pettigrew
nickname/s: pete, petey, wormtail
age: 20
birth date: september 27th.
zodiac: libra
birthplace: aberdeen, scotland
height: 5'9
FAMILY
parents: geoffrey pettigrew (estranged) , iris pettigrew (deceased)
siblings: N/A
PERSONALITY
positive traits: charismatic, humorous, hard-working, resourceful.
negative traits: self-critical, easily spooked, temperamental, closed-off.
aesthetic: bruised knuckles, a hearty laugh, the ever-rising tide, all consuming grief and the head of a poured pin
MAGIC
blood status: halfblood
wand: 10" Springy Oak with Unicorn Hair core.
boggart: being alone.
patronus: rat
house + year: gryffindor
specialisation: business (with aspirations to open his own pub)
BIOGRAPHY
tw : parental death, depression, insecurity.
peter was the ray of sunshine in iris pettigrew's life. born into a marriage gone cold, peter was the last ditch attempt at holding a marriage together. geoffrey, his father, was more interested in manning his pub and partaking in blue-collar boxing matches in their local community than paying attention to his wife.
iris pettigrew, once an esteemed witch, had rejected a marriage betrothal to marry geoffrey, a muggle. iris' life of riches soon turned to rags - and the fiery passion of a forbidden romance soon fizzled into floating embers. peter was born on 27 of september 1957, and soon became iris' pride and joy. the focus of her love, the reminder that her decision was for something. geoffrey heard news that his son was born and continued to work his shift. all before returning home in the morning, picking peter up and deeming him 'awful peaky.' the beginning of a prickly relationship.
peter could never be the son that geoffrey wanted him to be. geoffrey threw him into boxing from a young age, determined for peter to live as muggle of a life as possible. the magical element of his wife was always something geoffrey ignored - unwilling to recognise his wife's talent as more meaningful that his own. as the trophies rolled in, peter began to recognise those as the only validation he would ever get from his father. the one fleeting moment of father's pride was enough to fuel young peter to continue. to continue allowing himself to batter and get battered - all for the one look of love that would be thrown in his direction.
once the trophy was stored in the cabinet, geoffrey no longer cared for peter. it was his mother that had to nurse peter's cuts - wipe away the tears from his bruised eyes and wrap his knuckles with the seal of a kiss.
boxing matches were peter's childhood. no matter how much iris pleaded with geoffrey to take it easy on peter, her plea's fell on deaf ears. fighting was never peter's passion nor was pulling pints in his father's pub. instead it was photography. an interest passed on from his mother, he recalled seeing moving pictures in her wardrobe, photos of her sisters and a few friends from hogwarts. he liked how a picture could capture a moment - and it would remain unchanged. change was never something peter coped with easily. a deeply insecure boy - peter found something comforting in the knowledge of time remaining perfectly still.
hogwarts was a massive adjustment for peter. at muggle primary school - he was shy, getting picked on for his tattered clothes and mismatched socks, not to mention the moments where books began to float in the air. at hogwarts, peter had the chance to be around people more suited to him.
while nervous, peter recalled how his mother's eyes glistened with love and nostalgia at the mention of her hogwarts years. and his own years were similar. making good friends with the marauders, peter came out of his shell. a charismatic and cheeky young lad - peter loves to flirt, chat and have a laugh. around his friends , peter feels like he is on top of the world.
in his fifth year at hogwarts, peter received news that his mother had passed suddenly. news that devastated him, peter was allowed to leave school to attend the funeral. a funeral that fifteen year old peter had to plan - his father choosing work over his mother once again. since that day - peter has rejected any notion his father. choosing the unconditional love of his friends.
alone - sometimes peter can feel a darkness looming over his shoulder. a darkness that is nipping at his ankles as the years pass by - the fear of things changing. in the light of day - peter can recognise that one day all his friends will move on. that one day - they might move on to greener pastures and peter will be left completely alone. alone, miserable, and weak like his father. these thoughts feel like water flooding in around his ankles, and one of these days peter is waiting for the current to pull him under. after all, the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.
but for now, peter's sights are set on completing university, and laying a foundation. All in the hope that the foundation wont crack beneath him.











