w o r m t a i l

“Never going to be a bloody better pairing at this school,” Peter told the person next to him, small smile on his lips. “I think we all needed something good to happen. The world’s wild.”

peter pettigrew 

“You’re not going to fail,” Remus shook his head with a sigh, sitting up more before turning to face his friend. “You know I’d help you, right? All you have to do is ask.” Remus told him, before his cheeks coloured at the phrase boyfriend. “Uh, I’m pretty sure he was going to yeah, but if you’d prefer I can go to his dorm, I’m sure Gideon won’t mind.”

Peter groaned softly in response, the sound muffled by the mattress beneath him. One and a half years into choosing Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he still wasn’t even sure why he bothered. “I know, Moony. I know.” He’d never ask his friend for that help, though, and he knew it. It felt pathetic, trying to match up to his friends in that class. “Nah. I think I like your boyfriend more than you,” he teased, moving to sit up on his bed. “So it’s official now? Because I’m having a hard time keeping this from James and Sirius.”

A small smile crept up on her face when she saw it was Peter, relaxing a little. She hadn’t realized how tense she was until now, perhaps because she just wanted everything to be perfect, and she couldn’t truly relax until it was. “Flint, really? I didn’t realize we were back to using surnames, Pettigrew.” She teased, giving him a small wink. “But thanks. I guess the music really is the only nice thing about this.”

Peter normally couldn’t handle people winking at him. Girls, guys, it didn’t matter. He’d freeze up and become a bumbling mess. But Cordelia was different. Both friend and ex, somehow she was still a comfort to be around. “Dels, you know you’re good when you dance.” She was the best, really. It wasn’t anything he felt like he could judge, but he knew her, and he knew how she worked. She was the best--he was convinced. “But, yeah, good music. You always had good taste.”

“–Moony, did your boyfriend just not show up?” There was a tension, a slight twinge of anger to his voice that he hadn’t heard in a long time, and all for the sake of his friend. Stu was great in his book, but missing this funeral was a shit move.

“--M-Miss?” he called out, hating the sound of his own voice as it left his throat. Her blonde hair shone in the dim streetlamp, and as he caught sight of her profile, his heart skipped a beat. Kasia Karkaroff was perhaps one of the most gorgeous women he’d ever seen. He almost froze up, until he realized that a woman like that shouldn’t be left alone out here. The closer he got, the more upset he looked, the more intoxicated she looked. “Kasia?” he asked, closer and a bit quieter now. “It’s, erm, Peter. Peter Pettigrew. We go to school together.” Internally, he winced. Of course she knew that... hopefully. “Are you alright?”

finestra task 003 | peter pettigrew, modern au, social media --> instagram

ft. remus lupin, sirius black, james potter

Was that ARIA SHAHGHASEMI I just saw walking down the hallways? Oh wait, no - that was PETER PETTIGREW. The male is a TWENTY year old GRYFFINDOR who is in YEAR NINE. I heard the HALFBLOOD has chosen to STAY NEUTRAL which explains why HE is OBSERVANT and DROLL, but also FICKLE, ANXIOUS and INSECURE. But who really knows? 

|| @pettiiigrew·

Remus’ eyes trailed over the page of the book he was reading, curled up on his bed. Hearing the door crack open, Remus’ head lifted up – half expecting to see his boyfriend, instead of his room mate. “You alright, Pete?” Remus questioned the other, quirking a brow as he set his book down.

Peter would be lying if he said he hoped Remus wouldn’t be in their dorm by the time he got back in for the day. He’d gotten his ass handed to him while practicing some defensive spells, soot still on his face from when he’s fallen to the floor. He sighed, moving over towards his bed. “Fine, Moony. Just wondering when I’m going to fail out of school. Nothing big.” He dropped his bag on his bed, before moving to flop down on it as well. “Your boyfriend coming over later?”

“Now, now, don’t all shower me with gifts at once,” James said with a smile, leaning forward in his seat. “I know it’s my birthday, the most important day of the year, but we will be celebrating all week so there is no rush.” ( @finestra-starters· )

“Bloody right, mate.” Peter knew James’s birthday week was essentially the most important holiday of the spring season. His mate made sure of it. “It’s like, what, second Jamesmas, right?” He still had to wrap his gift for James. He’d spent all night trying, but the paper never sat right on the bottle.

Cordelia had been trying to nail that new routine she was working on. And quite frankly, to an untrained eye, it probably looked nearly perfect. But it was never good enough for her. And as she finished it once one, she made a small displeased face. “This was terrible.” She mumbled under her breath. Only when she turned over to stop the music did she realize someone else was in there. “Oh, shoot! Didn’t realize you were here.” 

( @finestra-starters· )

Peter hadn’t necessarily meant to watch Cordelia’s routine. He’d simply been looking for Prongs to ask him for some homework help when the music had distracted him. But once he’d caught sight of Cordelia, he couldn’t stop watching. Like a deer in headlights, he was stuck, and he had to admit, she was bloody brilliant. Her own displeasure perplexed him, but he didn’t have long to ruminate on that before he was caught. “I--” He wasn’t sure what to say. Should he comment on her dancing? He thought she was great, but it might sound creepy. “Nice music, Flint. Really good choice.”