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alice barely had time to seat down in the common room most of the time- she had usually tried to do most of her studying and duties at around the time everyone was buzzing in the common room, but this time- she decided she deserved a little bit of time to recharge. taking a seat on one of the couches, she happily sighs as she looks around- she had put her phone on silent earlier, always getting too many messages from her parents that could truly ruin her day.

‘ aye, peter!’ she called as she had seen her fellow gryffindor. ‘ i haven’t seen you in forever, everything alright with you?’

// @peterxpettigrew

Peter was curled up in one of the plush arm chairs enjoying the simple pleasure of a lazy afternoon. He wasn’t sure where the other three had gotten to, but he was sure he could find them easily enough if he sent them a message. Honestly, even after all these years he was shocked they included him in their mischief. This nervous wreck of a boy with them being so fearless. It was then his attention was drawn to a familiar figure taking the seat opposite him.

“Hello Alice,” he greeted with a nod. “Strange isn’t it? Same common room but somehow we haven’t crossed paths,” he mused. “Can’t complain really, and you?”

Frank threw on his Gryffindor zip-up hoodie over his plain white t-shirt, and slipped into his black Nike shorts that had somehow managed to already make its way across the room in the middle of the night. He checked his phone again and realized he was about forty-five minutes late to breakfast. “Shit,” he whispered to himself, hopping on one foot as he slid into his sneakers. Pulling his phone off the charger, he bursted out the door and down the stairs to a common-room full of eager first years. “If you haven’t eaten breakfast yet, go now before it’s over,” Frank reminded them, like a good Prefect should. One of the first years cat-called Frank because of his shorts, and it took everything in him not to flip them off. 

Entering the Great Hall, he didn’t see many familiar faces still in the crowd, but he sat down at the Gryffindor table, hoping someone would come to him. 

Peter had no idea how his alarm had malfunctioned but it had, or the nagging voice in the back of his head said perhaps he’d just slept through it. Either way it meant he was late for breakfast and dangerously close to missing out on being fed. He was already on the scrawny side, missing meals wasn’t about to help him out. He threw on the things closest to him, a sweater and some trousers and quickly rushed from the dorm. His friends hadn’t woken him, no doubt finding it amusing to see him running disheveled to the breakfast table. Not like most people paid much attention to him anyway. A power of sorts, just not one he particularly wanted to have.

Most of the seats were empty by now except for another late comer, a prefect at that, he always found himself a tad uncomfortable around them considering his rule breaking on a regular basis. But of course one of his best mates was one as well, so it was all very confusing. Rather than look pathetic sitting alone he sat down beside the other at his table. “Sleep in?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Lily quickly moved closer, reaching out to take his wrist and study the injury. “I thought that some of the third years had been sneaking around, so I wanted to catch them in the act— but that did not work the way I wanted it to.” She pulled out her wand, carefully pointing it at the burn. “Episkey,” she whispered, smiling as the redness faded away. “All better now?”

At least the voice that intruded was familiar as he saw a flash of red hair to match it. It was slightly comforting not having a stranger witness another of shining moments of klutziness. It would be easy to blame the fact he started so easy on the whispers of unrest, but it was a sad fact that had followed him around his whole life. “Trying to spoil their fun?” he smirked. It was rather ironic that she was out and about trying to bust first years considering all the rules the four of them broke daily. He watched the redness from his wound fade away at her spell feeling the instant relief. “All better, thanks.”

It was a hobby, of sorts. People watching. It brought a great deal of power, and knowledge, to supervise a person, unseen and unheard. One of the reasons why she accepted the position of a Head Girl. She slithered towards a solitary figure, smoking, and chuckled lightly as she managed to startle him. “Oops.” She spoke in a delicate tone, amusement lacing her words, as she stood beside Pettigrew;

“Normally, I wouldn’t, but the opportunity was simply too good to pass.”

The voice caused a chill down his spine as he looked up to see his fears confirmed that it was indeed Bellatrix. Well, her presence certainly wasn’t going to help the clumsiness or possibility of stuttering. “What opportunity?” he questioned, licking his lips nervously as he controlled his voice. Rather proud of himself that it didn’t shake. He took another drag of the cigarette, something to do with his hands, something to calm himself, something to look away from the looming figure. 

@peterxpettigrew

“Sorry, mate,” Remus said. He had simply wanted to sit next to his friend, but he accidentally injured him instead. “Your hand alright?”

“Smarts a bit, but it will be fine. I’ve had worse,” he noted, taking another drag from his cigarette. Back to what had just burned him. “So, did you come here to maim me or what?”

Sirius truly the worst type of friend, knowing exactly what to do to startle Peter. The male can’t help but laugh a bit as he joins his best mate, reaching out to pat the other on the back as he coughs. “– ‘s my job, Petey. I’m supposed to scare you.” Sirius not much for personal boundaries when it comes to his closest friends, he reaches out on plucking the cigarette from between his fingers to take his own drag before handing it back over. “How are those hands of yours doing?”

Peter raises a hand to his mouth, coughing and spluttering as he tries to force air into his lungs feeling his friends hand on his back. “I’m fairly certain a friend’s job is just the opposite,” he smiled shaking his head slightly. “Or are you talking about your personal brand?” he mused, letting the cigarette go easily as Sirius reached for it. “A little charred but I’ll live,” he commented dryly. He was used to injuring himself since he was prone to clumsiness so it barely even registered.