ooc: hey guys… I really loved rping with all of you, but I am just so busy with school. Please unfollow Peter… I won’t be deactivating because I have grown rather fond of this blog. :( Hopefully, if this rp continues and Peter is still available, I can come back when school is not being a total bitch. Alas - farewell guys.  

On my way to see Sirius @Charity 

Peter was rushing through the empty Hogwarts halls. He had heard some rumors earlier that day about Sirius getting injured in a fight with Snivellus. He ignored them for the most part because rumors like that were a dime a dozen. It was a bit suspicious that Sirius hadn’t shown up for class, but it wouldn’t exactly be the first time he’d skived off without telling Peter. However, everything became a bit too uncomfortable when all the rumors started to sound exactly the same. Some form of Sirius Black was injured severely was on repeat. Rumors were always grossly exaggerated, shifting form and changing throughout the day. However, the truth rarely changed, and that was when Peter read Rita Skeeter’s article. Feeling like an insensitive bastard, Peter decided to skive off the rest of his classes and go visit Sirius. What had really happened? He went to turn a corner sharply when he collided against something warm and…blonde.

“Sorry about that,” Peter gasped out as he steadied himself. The girl hadn’t fallen either but she seemed to be in a bit of a daze.

not-just-peter:

Disaster averted. Peter sighed in relief and smiled. “I guess now I owe you one, Rita,” he said shyly. Peter knew Rita wasn’t as callous as people made her out to be. It was something he was beginning to learn after talking to her a few times. He had the same misconception…

Peter smiled as she took his arm. Although he didn’t particularly care for quidditch, he was in full agreement that there should be some new colors.

“I dunno, Rita. I’m rather fond of blue and bronze to be honest. Red never goes well with my skin, according to Lily. Although,” Peter paused and looked around to make sure no one was following them, “I don’t really care about quidditch all that much. My friends are obsessed to be sure but… it seems to be a lot of fuss over putting a ball through a hoop.” He glanced at Rita and said in a rushed manner, “Don’t tell anyone I said that,” before chuckling at himself.

Peter generally attended the quidditch matches to hear Rita’s commentary. She would comment on the match, but some of the things she would say could make for some excellent insults. It was always gratifying to use them, although the opportunity never really came up. Sooner than he would’ve liked, Peter found himself within the courtyard of Hogwarts. Gryffindor tower and Ravenclaw tower were located on opposing ends of the castle. He reluctantly pulled away from Rita.

“I guess I’ll see you around,” Peter said, his hands stuffed inside his pockets once more. “And thanks again for keeping quiet about my friends. I definitely owe you one.”

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not-just-peter:

Peter deflated once he realized he basically ratted out his friends to the gossip queen. (He winced at his own unintentional pun.) He was at a loss for what to do. Rita seemed happy, skipping almost, at this latest discovery. But if she printed what he’d said, then his…

Disaster averted. Peter sighed in relief and smiled. “I guess now I you one, Rita,” he said shyly. Peter knew Rita wasn’t as callous as people made her out to be. It was something he was beginning to learn after talking to her a few times. He had the same misconception that many people had: that she was a cold-hearted girl who would scoop you sooner than see you.

In an uncharacteristic bout of bravery, Peter offered his arm to Rita (because his hand was sweaty) and managed to say, without stuttering, “Well, since I really haven’t got any other stories and it’s getting pretty late…Can I…Walk you back to the castle, Rita?” He rather enjoyed the feeling of Rita’s arm pressed into his. Peter hoped she wouldn’t recoil in disgust.

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not-just-peter:

‘She’s touching me,’ thought Peter incredulously. They were walking towards the castle slowly, Rita plying him with questions. He ruthlessly squashed the blush he knew was forming on his cheeks - damn the Pettigrew genes.

“The butterbeer?” Peter asked a bit dazedly. “How in…

Peter deflated once he realized he basically ratted out his friends to the gossip queen. (He winced at his own unintentional pun.) He was at a loss for what to do. Rita seemed happy, skipping almost, at this latest discovery. But if she printed what he’d said, then his friends would face all sorts of hellfire from their dates.

He stopped walking and let Rita’s arm slip out of his. “Rita,” he began cautiously, “Please don’t print what I just said.” Shaking his head, he amended his statement. “No, you could write whatever you want about me, but leave the guys out of this?” He meant to sound firm, but it came out at a question.

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not-just-peter:

And there it was: the real reason she approached him. It wasn’t as if Peter expected anything else, but knowing that people only talked to him because of his association with the other Marauders annoyed him to a certain degree.

Peter forced a laugh and said, “James and the…

‘She’s touching me,’ thought Peter incredulously. They were walking towards the castle slowly, Rita plying him with questions. He ruthlessly squashed the blush he knew was forming on his cheeks - damn the Pettigrew genes.

“The butterbeer?” Peter asked a bit dazedly. “How in Merlin’s name did you find out about that? I don’t remember telling anyone…” He trailed off when he noticed something. She was impressed. Impressed. At that moment Peter was thanking Sirius Black at the top of his lungs in his mind. Puffing out his chest a little, Peter cleared his throat.

“It was just to spice up the dance. James, Sirius, and Remus all had dates so they had to be on their best behaviours,” Peter explained excitedly. “I was bored and a bit of Captain Black’s Finest wouldn’t have hurt anyone.”

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not-just-peter:

Rita’s voice cut through the sounds of nature. Peter gulped and managed a weak “hello.” She was walking towards him, which could have been a good thing, except she was Rita Skeeter. There was always a reason she did anything. He wanted to say something – something witty and…

And there it was: the real reason she approached him. It wasn’t as if Peter expected anything else, but knowing that people only talked to him because of his association with the other Marauders annoyed him to a certain degree.

Peter forced a laugh and said, “James and the others are probably in the lockers right now or something. As for your story… well it’s been a pretty quiet year hasn’t it?” Peter stuffed his hands into his pockets and continued, “Don’t tell me it’s been so quiet you’ve been forced to turn to me for a story.” Peter was half-joking, half-serious.

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not-just-peter:

If muggles and wizards had one thing in common, it was their overwhelming idolatry for people involved in sports. Well, at least that was Peter’s opinion, but what did he know about non-magic folk anyway? Peter had sat in the Gryffindor stands watching player after player try…

Rita’s voice cut through the sounds of nature. Peter gulped and managed a weak “hello.” She was walking towards him, which could have been a good thing, except she was Rita Skeeter. There was always a reason she did anything. He wanted to say something – something witty and cool. He wanted to say something that could leave Gilderoy Lockhart at a loss for words. But Peter had a bad habit of saying exactly the wrong things around girls.

“So, uh, I read your latest article,” Peter started lamely. In all honesty, he hadn’t. “Er, it was really good.”

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After Gryffindor Quidditch Tryouts @Rita 

If muggles and wizards had one thing in common, it was their overwhelming idolatry for people involved in sports. Well, at least that was Peter’s opinion, but what did he know about non-magic folk anyway? Peter had sat in the Gryffindor stands watching player after player try out for the Gryffindor quidditch team. Honestly, he couldn’t care less about quidditch, but his friends were on the team and there was a quiet expectation that he should go and “support them.” In his opinion, quidditch was a nice fly ruined. Of course, he never said anything like that out loud in front of Sirius or, Merlin forbid, James.

The sky was an array of purples and oranges as the sun set. Peter trudged along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, taking the long way back to the castle. It was always quiet this time of the year for the Marauders, although with James obsessed with Lily, Sirius confused about Marlie, and Remus infatuated with Doe, there was little to no Mischief. Was sixth year really going to be a year of abiding by the rules? Perish the thought! Peter set his mind to planning out a prank against some random Slytherins when he spotted the object of his desire pacing about in front of him.

His mouth went dry.

ooc: @ Rita and Irinia  

fuck. the. internet.

ugh. or at least mine.

did you get my responses? because i sent them but my phone started yelling at me and the messages disappeared from my inbox. :(