naturally invisible

"You’re scared," Alek pointed out, "You’re too scared to do anything to me. You won’t hurt me. I’ll hurt you though. I’ll hurt you without a second thought." He flicked another cutting curse at the Gryffindor, laughing as he did so. "You don’t scare me, Pettigrew. There’s nothing you can do without your little friends here. I know you too well. You’re too much of a coward to do anything against me, and we both know it." 

Like a wake-up call, the cutting curse caused Peter's urge to survive and get out to grow, and after letting out another noise of pain, he decided to run. Alek's words echoed in his mind, repeating like a mantra, as he turned around. Hexes flew through the air, and Peter was in all honesty having a hard time figuring out what his next steps would be, as running itself was hard.

"Yeah I know right… If I stop looking for someone then I wouldn’t get off my ass anyway. I’d be reading all day." He laughed. "Crushes are stupid sometimes’ He smiled ‘We’ll find someone eventually.’

"Typical," he said, a little disappointed by Remus' reply. Impulsively, and fueled by the small amount of alcohol swimming through his veins, he replied, "Yeah, no, I don't know if I want to find someone, you know? Or will. Like I said, I don't get crushes."

Remus let out a laugh. ‘I haven’t, no, but I also doubt there’ll ever be anyone if I go at this rate..’ he shrugged. “I don’t really mind anymore, sure it would be fun to be with someone, but I’m not desperate?”

"Yeah, yeah, I get that. And like, don't people say something that you'll find someone when you aren't looking? I don't know." He shrugged. "I'm not looking either. Don't really get it all anyway, crushes and stuff."

Remus laughed and nodded. ‘That they do, and I doubt it’ll ever change.” He grinned ‘Ah well, we can flirt with who ever we want to flirt with, being drunk or sober.’

Peter shrugged. "I stink at flirting, let's be real. And don't really feel the need, drunk or sober." He took a sip of his drink. "What 'bout you, then? Seen anyone you'd want to flirt with?"

Remus laughed and nodded ‘Exactly! We’re the two that make fools of ourselves when that happen, they’re the ones that think they’re all graceful and all.” He grinned. “We just have more common sense, don’t we?” He teased

"They make a fool out of themselves too, though." He said, laughing slightly. "I mean, c'mon, it's James and Sirius. They do indeed do it more gracefully though." He nodded. "Oh yes, we do, we do. And we don't feel the need to flirt with everything that moves, like Sirius when drunk." 

"Please?" Alek repeated, "Please? Is that what you just said to me?" There was a wide smirk on his face as he spoke. He loved pleading. It just made torturing someone all the better. He had barely heard it over the din of the pub, but it was still enough to make his eyes glimmer in amusement. 

                  " Or are you too coward? "

                               ABOUT THE MUSE.

"That’s true… So we must at least get a little drunk then?" he grinned and made himself a drink. "I mean we don’t have to get as drunk as they do, but at least a little bit then?"

Peter grabbed a beer, nodding. "Just on the edge of drunk. So we can still remember things, or something." He laughed a little. "There's no way I'm drinking as much as them with this many people around."

sirius wasn’t afraid to die because he was broken and hated himself

Remus laughed ‘I don’t know about the getting shitfaced part, but I can accompany you halfway there?” He grinned and nodded. “Let’s just go raid the food and drinks table, I’m up for both!” He nodded in agreement, “We could always dance” He burst out laughing.

"Oh, come on. We both know James and Sirius will be drinking too much too, and they're insufferable drunks when you yourself are sober." But he shrugged, willing to go along with that Remus wanted. "That sounds like an ever better idea, though!"

"It’s a rough business, that’s for sure," Lily agreed with a hearty laugh. This was why she liked Peter, well, at least when he wasn’t with James. Around James he was a bit  a bit less… himself. "Oh, what about that couple there?" she asked, gesturing towards a man and woman near the bar; the woman was clearly envoloped in the conversation while the man was rather more interested in her. 

Peter relaxed visibly, rather glad that he was able to have some fun, contrary to feeling uncomfortable in a crowd of well-dressed people. Lily was simply easy to be around, truly living up to her reputation of being one of the friendliest witches in their year. "Mm, let's see," he said, staring at the couple in silence, finger tapping against his lip as if thinking deeply. "Her breasts must have been charmed, because that man seems to be completely interested in them. Like, maybe that's what she does, charming her greatest assets to find someone."

Lily nodded with a wide smile and looking towards where Peter pointed; the man was clearly pretty far gone, and his movements were very animated. “Hmm..” Lily began, trying to think of a back story, “Maybe… he’s really passionate about Puffskeins. And he’s got like 48 of them, but he’s complaining about how many of his things have gone missing because the little fluff balls have eaten them,” she offered, knowing full well it was ridiculous.

Peter was unable to stop himself from laughing, corners of his lips first curling up before the sound bubbled from his lips. "Probably, yeah." He said through heavy chuckles. "The other guy is probably his dealer or something, and he's trying to reassure the other that this will fade, don't you think? Poor fellow. Suppose that's what you get when you deal Puffskeins."

The insult sounded all too pitiful coming from Peter’s mouth compared to the mouths of his friends. He never had successfully held as much weight as the others, and perhaps Severus ought have taken it as a bonus that the other boy was turning away from him, but then, he had never been able to back down quietly. Wrinkling his nose in utter distaste, his hand wound around his wand silently, and he shot a stinging curs toward Peter’s back, sipping the butterbeer in his hand as soon as he saw that it had hit. It was a quiet challenge, if he so decided to take it, and a bit of injury in response to insult if he didn’t return it. It would mean Severus had won.

Peter wasn't able to say he had expected this. A yelp spilled from his lips before he could stop himself, a hint of anger flushing through him. But he felt mostly embarrassment, because there was a hint of fear flowing through him and because he knew he would not be able to respond like James or Sirius would have. No, Peter would not be able to turn around and send a hex, worse, even, back, because he knew his duelling talents were far below average and Snape was quite the fan of the Dark Arts - or at least, that was what everyone claimed. So he didn't turn around, didn't throw another petty insult at Snape even though he wanted to, because once again, Peter was looking out for himself, rather than acting on his feelings.