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(no subject) [Feb. 19th, 2006|09:08 am]
Peter Pettigrew
I hate to say it but you really need a more active Peter. And I never know what to do with him.

I shall regret this, as it is so much fun here. I hope that one day I'll be able to be a part of it all again.

To the most awesome Kirby and Aaron, the mods of doom - Thanks for the fun. You're both fabulous.

Please delete me from the member list.

♥ Clare
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(no subject) [Feb. 3rd, 2006|10:23 am]
Peter Pettigrew

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Open [Feb. 3rd, 2006|10:13 am]
Peter Pettigrew
Peter Pettigrew was chewing his quill.

A rather entertaining pastime, closing your teeth around something you couldn't actually eat. You just had to keep chewing slowly and carefully, ignoring the lesson that the teacher was trying to teach. Just a steady movement of the jaws coupled with marvellously small hiccoughing noises every so often. He didn't particularly care that he was supposed to be listening, the chewing seemed far more interesting!

He chewed for a few moments longer and pondered over what had been happening. He was behind the others, and this time Remus couldn't do the work for him. A small smirk of greed passed over the small boy's round face. Silly old Remus never could help wanting to do his work for him sometimes.

He chewed some more, pressing his teeth on the quill more. With a start, Peter realised something.

He'd been chewing on the wrong end of the quill.

His mouth was full of dark ink. He tried to spit some out, messing the parchment in front of him. He raised his arm urgently and spluttered something that may have sounded similar to "Sir!"
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Marauders [Jan. 24th, 2006|06:55 pm]
Peter Pettigrew
I don't think I'm going to be able to manage it, you lot. You know?
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(no subject) [Jan. 22nd, 2006|04:40 pm]
Peter Pettigrew
It was just one of those days.

Peter tried his best to shake the mud off his feet. It was a futile movement that consisted of shaking his feet lightly, one at a time. The frown on his round face grew steadily deeper. This wasn't fair.

He stomped through the hallway, glaring at the floor as he did so. He was starting to feel more useless by each minute that passed. Sirius and James were sure to sort out that animal thing, naturally. They were clever and talented. But he, Peter Pettigrew, was not going to manage it. And he could see it now. They wouldn't want to be his friend any more, because he couldn't turn into an animal. Because he was bad at transfiguration.

Stupid weather.
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(no subject) [Dec. 30th, 2005|11:20 am]
Peter Pettigrew
Do you remember that day we went out and had ice cream in the summer? It was a really hot day, so ice cream was the best thing.

We all laughed and then James managed to spill ice cream everywhere. Even over my new trousers. My mum wasn't very impressed, even though I told her it wasn't me or my fault. She never believes me though.

You remember?

That was a good day, that was.

I sent lots of chocolate to everyone for Christmas - did you all get it? I wish we could have ice cream today, but it's too cold.

When does school start again?
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(no subject) [Dec. 22nd, 2005|11:43 am]
Peter Pettigrew
I hate being home sometimes. My mum's such a fussy person, she insists that I wear at least two scarves, not to mention three jumpers.

Mothers are deat, right?

I wonder how everyone else is. Remus is still at school and I didn't want to stay with him 'cause he'll bite me and the other two are at James's. Lucky.

I've got to finish writing my Christmas Cards now, too. I bet I've forgotten someone.
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You Three... [Nov. 20th, 2005|09:10 am]
Peter Pettigrew
Why did you all walk out of class yesterday? I was going to follow, but the teacher started to get annoyed and I couldn't think of an excuse.

Except I could have asked to go to the toilet. But I didn't think of that.

What happened?

And can we go to that statue again?

And why does homework exist. I'm fed up with it.
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ooc [Nov. 5th, 2005|06:46 pm]
Peter Pettigrew
Away until Thursday/Friday. (WOO FRANCE YEAH!!!!)

Look after Petey for me?

x x x
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After drinking the potion [Oct. 28th, 2005|11:16 am]
Peter Pettigrew
Peter stood up, without making any kind of excuse as to where or why he was going. Not that anyone really noticed much. He just wanted to go outside. He didn't think he liked Regulus so much any more. He was a bit scary.

He walked slowly through the hallway outside the Great Hall, starting to take comfort in the heat and light produced by the flaming torches. A somewhat silly smile appeared on his round face, making the skin around his small eyes crinkle slightly.

It was so warm.

He sat down, barely bothering to stifle a large yawn.

So warm. And homely. And sleepy.

He dozed off before he even knew what was happening.

ooc: I promised this a few days ago but I got called into work the last few days (I've been on holiday for a week) and the laptop died so I barely got any chance to go online. I'm really sorry, I shan't ever do it again!!! *grovels*
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