#pettipeter

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.

FOR: pettipeter DATE: Before Graduation 1978

Sirius stood waiting impatiently by the statue of the humpbacked witch on the third floor, tapping his foot, chewing on his nails to give himself something to do. He felt antsy and anxious lately, unable to withstand the days as they flew by him. He kept trying to hold onto each one of them, both hands wrapped tight around the slipping hours, but it was a futile attempt, a foolish daydream that he could delay the inevitable. School was coming to an end, far faster than he could have ever conceived, and the end of school left so many uncertainties hanging over Sirius’s head that he felt suffocated by them. It seemed as though everyone had plans, yet he and his friends had, in some kind of silent pact, refused to speak of what came next for them. Would things still be the same once they’d exited the walls they’d called home for seven years?

The sound of footsteps broke him out of his thoughts and he glanced up, his gaze landing on the form of one of his best friends as they made their way down the hall. His lips curled into a smile as he raised both brows, pushing his back off the cold stone wall.

“No, no, Peter, you take your dear sweet time. I have nothing better to do than watch you swagger down the hall like you own it,” he teased, not meaning a single word, but always loving a good banter. There was something about the ease he was capable of having with his friends that outranked every other kind of interaction. “I hope you brought your wand, mate, because my plan is to shrink down as much of this candy as possible, load ourselves down, and get out of there before anyone finds us! We need to stock up for that party Moony is planning. I intend to be drunk off my arse and full of sweets within the first five minutes, so we’ll need a plethora of shit.”

Seriously?

Merlin’s balls, what is her problem? I thought when she disowned me she would bleeding well give up. I clearly underestimated her tenacity.

I can’t believe she contacted my friends. Honestly, Pete, just ignore her. You ignored her, right? Please tell me you didn’t engage her? She’s worse than a dog with a bone. You think I can’t let things go, she’s…just trust me on this.

Ignore her and hope she goes away eventually. That’s what I always did.

Don’t take her comments to heart, mate. She’s deranged.

You…WHAT?!

Oh bloody hell, what does that slithering snake want now?! What did she say to you, Pete? Please tell me it wasn’t some bullshit about how she wants me home. She’s such a bleeding faker.

If she threatened you, I swear to Merlin, I will hex her into oblivion without a second thought.