#para:peter

Well, that was until he rounded the corner and found the younger wolf asleep on this long couch in the hallway. He looked like he’d just fallen over and went to sleep there. The hallway was normally filled with sun light and Gideon couldn’t blame him for finding this stop in particular to nap in. He bent down and carefully scooped Peter up in his arms so he could carry the other halfling up to bed. “Just me.” Gideon mumbled as he headed up stairs. “I got you.” He promised. 

Rolling his head to the side a bit, Gideon dropped one hand from his book into Peter’s hair again. His eyes moved to Alistair. He couldn’t tell if the guy was still reading or if he’d fallen asleep. “Ali,” Gideon called his name. “I don’t know how the hell I am supposed to say this word.” Gideon tapped the book he was reading.  It was a french text book more than anything else. For the most part Gideon was doing alright. He’d learned other languages before but he was stumped. “Look,” he pointed to the word on the page, heureuse,  tapped it with his finger so that Peter could see it. “Does that look like a word to you?” He asked looking at Peter and then back at Alistair. 

O jantar já havia sido servido há algum tempo e Lily regressava da Biblioteca trazendo nos braços três pesados livros de capa de couro e páginas amareladas, mais velhos do que a própria gryffindor. Desde que Slughorn a convidara para tomar um chá em seus aposentos na semana passada e ambos passaram longos minutos discutindo sobre as possibilidades que uma carreira como Potioneer poderia trazer para ela, Evans vinha demonstrando dedicação especial com a matéria que já tanto gostava. Se antes não era muito difícil que procurasse por livros sobre o assunto na Biblioteca ou comprasse algum título de seu interesse apenas para testar novas Poções, agora havia se tornado algo perfeitamente comum. Ela quase podia ouvir a voz de seu pai ecoando em sua mente, repetindo pela enésima vez sobre como ninguém chegava a lugar algum sem esforço e sacrifícios. E se Lily desejava não encontrar dificuldades para decidir-se em definitivo sobre que carreira profissional seguir, fosse para evitar a indecisão ou por ter notas suficientes para escolher o caminho que quisesse, era bom que começasse desde já. She wanted be great and to get there she had to work hard and practice a lot so she might as well begin right away.

Com passos apressados, a garota de cabelos avermelhados virou em um corredor que pareceu mais escuro do que o normal para os seus olhos. Talvez sua retina estivesse acostumada com as amplas luzes da Biblioteca, mas a iluminação fornecida somente pelos archotes de ferro pendurados nas paredes de pedra foram quase insuficientes para que conseguisse enxergá-los, tanto que foram seus ouvidos que captaram os murmúrios primeiro, baixos e agressivos. Lily cerrou os olhos muito verdes na tentativa de enxergar melhor, distinguindo mais de uma silhueta no final do corredor, próximo de uma grande armadura. Normalmente seguiria o seu caminho em direção a Torre de Gryffindor para deixar os livros antes de descer para o jantar, mas algo a fez encostar na parede para não ser vista e assim ouvir o que era dito sem que notassem a sua presença. 

Horas mais tarde, Lily Evans teria se arrependido caso não o tivesse feito.

Era Peter Pettigrew e ele estava cercado por três alunos da casa de Salazar. Pelos poucos instantes que passou escondida na esquina do corredor, a ruiva rapidamente percebeu que aquela não era uma simples conversa entre conhecidos e que na verdade Peter não aparentava estar confortável na presença dos estudantes mais velhos. Não foi difícil deduzir que estavam importunando o colega de casa.

“Oh, hullo, boys! How are you this evening?” Ela disse, os livros apertados contra o corpo e um sorriso desafiador em seu rosto quando surgiu no corredor e caminhou na direção dos garotos. “Estão aproveitando o tempo livre para importunar terceiros antes do jantar? Que hobby patético, rapazes. Jogar snap explosivo não pareceu legal o suficiente?” Sua voz, ao mesmo tempo que carregava um tom decepcionado, também tinha nuances de divertimento. Ao contrário da maioria dos seus colegas de casa, Lily não julgava slytherins tão depressa porque seu melhor amigo was a slytherin himself. Por isso, o benefício da dúvida era quase sempre a postura que escolhia adotar, exceto quando não se deixava levar pelo seu temperamento ou quando não a atacavam em primeiro lugar. Permanecer fiel a decisão de não julgar estudantes de slytherin era muito fácil quando não se tinha a grande maioria deles olhando-a torto sempre que a viam nos corredores e murmurando palavras como “muggleborn imunda” como cordial cumprimento. 

Below establishes the requisite stipulation required by the noble country of Galma for its participation in the agreement soon to be known as the Treaty of Cair Paravel. 

Galma has enthusiastically and steadfastly worked with the nations of Narnia, Calormen, and Archenland to develop the provisions of this new paradigm of peace and prosperity between our nations. It is, and has for many centuries, been the fondest pursuit of the Royal House of Mayfire to strengthen the ties of legal and storgic bonds between our noble allies. 

Galma will to the blood of our last footman apply itself to the protection and peace of this our shared world, which is the object of this treaty we have been so dedicated in crafting, but only if assured of the following provision: 

1. Her royal highness Elia Alvilda Helga Caroline Ida Mayfire, Princess of Galma and heir to the Royal House of Mayfire will be wedded to Dannis Beech, Admiral of the Imperial Navy of Narnia, and Lord of the Lone Islands. 

Regards, 

Her Majesty Cornelia Elizabeth Ida Clarice Mayfire, Queen of Galma, Lady Above Mayfire, Commander of Faith, Dame of The Cliffs 

@pettipeter

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         I know we had plans, but duty calls. You know how it is.

                                                -V

Sera read the note the bartender handed her twice before lighting it on fire with her wand. As she watched it burn she thought, I shouldn’t be all that surprised really. He was never going to come. She had been looking forward to spending time with him outside of the confines of the house or some pureblood function or another. Somewhere he would only pay attention to her and not work or the Cause or a million other things that kept them apart. This is what you get for the other day, she thought, karma’s a bitch. 

She stirred her drink with her straw, unsure of what to do now. She certainly couldn't go home. Imagine how that would look, pretty girl like her stood up. Nope, she would have to stay put and pretend she wasn't actually meeting anyone. She fiddled with her drink again and then downed the rest of it. Waving the bartender over, she caught a sight of someone walking through the open door. 

Date: May 21, 1978 Location: Hogsmeade Inspiration: Royals- Lorde

    “I hate you. I hate you so much. I don't believe in a hell but I hope it exists solely for you. I want you to suffer having your skin peeled from your body every waking moment. I want you to suffer the sight of your mother devoured by a pack of wolves every hour. If I happen to run into you at some sort of high-brow, eclectic mishmash convention for werewolves and you're like ‘haha, yeah I totally bit you,’ I'm going to break my beer bottle and stab you in the eye. Then I'm going to literally eat my way to your liver. And then, while you crawl away, begging for mercy from horrified onlookers, I'm going to set you on fire. You're a terrible sub-human being and you deserve so much misery.” 

    Remus glanced up from his journal, green eyes darkened from spoken thoughts. A half-smirk pulled on his lips as he watched Peter from beneath his brows, feeling marginally better for sharing private ideas to one of his closest.  

    “Stupid, yeah? I don’t know,” Remus exhaled into his filled-to-the-brim butterbeer, sipping quickly before holding it just in front of his face, white foam sticking to his upper lip before he licked it away. “Reckon sometimes writing it out helps. Wonder if-- slicing him open... would help more. Been having these increasingly dark thoughts lately. Makes me think that joining the Cause is the only path for me.”

     Not to mention the obvious. He would never get a job. These thoughts clouded his every move for the months approaching graduation; but he spoke not of his all-consuming anxieties to any of his mates as each precious moment ticked by. It was always jokes and fun with James and Sirius and though he knew he could tell them anything, Remus never wanted to drag James down. He didn’t want to add to Sirius’s burdens, though he knew both would insist otherwise. They would tell him repeatedly that he could tell them anything, that they wouldn’t judge, and he knew that as truth. He felt guilty for keeping gruesome secrets; it was his worst curse. But with Peter, it was always like this because a part of him felt less guilty about burdening the eager Peter Pettigrew.

Stiles looked out of the window of Jordan’s apartment and sighed. The white wolf was there again and the thought that it was Ennis scared him. He slowly grabbed his bat and walked outside, hoping Jordan wouldn’t miss him for the moment. He just had to tell Ennis to leave and not come back or he would shoot him. He didn’t have the gun yet, but his dad had promised to bring one over or give it to Jordan next time he was at work.

Chris had Peter on his mind all day. He couldn’t get himself from thinking about anything or anyone else. Just Peter Hale and his cocky persona and amazing good looks. The teen stood in the forest leaning against a tree as he waited for the other boy to come with and meet him their. He checks his watch a he was late which made him fairly upset but he knew how to hide it well if Peter did come.When he heard a twig snap, he turns around with lightening speed reflexes before noticing it was just Peter. It was pretty dark but it was some of the only times they got to meet up with each other.

“Are you always going to be this late, because otherwise I might not turn up?”Chris teased him before hugging Peter tightly. His eyes staring into the other boys own. Looking nowhere but his face. “I have an hour before I have to be home. I said I was studying for that math test” He said with a dorky smile, rubbing the back of his neck. He was nervous around Peter as he could be with anyone he wanted. He pulled away from their hug but still has his body close to his. “I would say you look handsome but that would go straight to that big ego of yours” He said and looked at his lips for a brief second. “So where do you want to head to?” He asked him.