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{ PETER PETTIGREW
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THE BASICS!

FULL NAME: Peter Patrick Pettigrew
NICKNAMES: Pete, Wormtail
AGE & DOB: 11 November 1959 (18)
BLOODLINE: Halfblood
WAND: Vine, 6 inches, Unicorn Tail Hair

HOUSE & YEAR: Gryffindor [1971-1978]
CLASSES: Hogwarts Students in their 6th or 7th year only - 4/5 NEWT subjects.
EXTRACURRICULARS/EMPLOYMENT: Charms Club VP
ALIGNMENT: Neutral

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PLAYER NAME: Kira
AGE: 26
EMAIL/AIM/OTHER CONTACT: penofdl@gmail.com/peacekeeperdl
TIMEZONE: EST

APPEARANCE!
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While Peter doesn't consider himself a large individual, he is unable to deny that he is chubby. That fact shows most around his face, neck, and the pudge that sticks out just below his waistline. Short, standing as just barely 5'2", in comparison to most of the people that he surrounds himself with, this makes his girth that much more of an obvious attribute. Peter doesn't help his height situation, making himself seem even shorter by almost constantly keep his eyes on the floor. His height combined with his dirty blond hair and light blue eyes makes Peter resemble his mother rather than his father in all respects except for his build.

Peter endeavors to maintain a well kept appearance, but there are times when he fails at this so spectacularly that it's hard not to notice. When rushed (often because he's accidentally overslept), Peter can end up looking like a laundry heap. It was more obvious when he was in school than it is now, but even now sometimes he can end up somewhere with his shirt on inside out, half untucked, and buttoned up oddly because he happened to miss one of them. Peter often tries to hide his size with baggy clothing. His t-shirts, jumpers, and jeans all have a bit of give to them. Peter sticks to causal clothings because anything formal or even remotely dressy makes him resemble a large child.

Peter usually strikes people as timid, self-conscious, and not too bright upon first glance. Utterly unremarkable, he doesn't tend to leave any sort of lasting impression on most of the people he meets. Peter has gotten quite used to having to introduce himself multiple times before he's remembered.

PERSONALITY!
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BIOGRAPHY!
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Peter was born to Alissa and Mitchell Pettigrew in the fall of 1959. Due to complications with the pregnancy and delivery, his mother had to undergo several operations after his birth which left her barren and physically weak. It also meant that Peter would be their one and only child, all their hopes were invested in him. Because of that, Peter feels an extreme pressure to succeed and be perfect for his parents. As a child, his natural magic energy was weak. He was easily injured, and he never really made anything happen out of the ordinary. His father was extremely worried that his only son would turn out being a Squib and that his family name (which, granted, held little meaning anymore to anyone other than Mitchell) would die (in the magical world, at least) with him. Alissa, being a muggle, had done her best to soothe her husband's worries as much as she could. If Peter did turn out to be non-magical, they'd make sure he'd be able to find a perfectly good Muggle career.

Peter attended a Muggle elementary school until his 10th year. In school, Peter was always the boy that was just a little bit slower than the rest of the kids, both mentally and physically. It wasn't that he was dumb. He was quite the opposite, actually. It just took him a little longer to catch onto things than it did the other kids his age. He never made a lot of real friends in school. He spent much of his younger years hiding behind the illusion that he was part of the tough guy crowd. A few hollow praises, and those guys would leave him be and everyone else would think that if they bothered him, they'd have to deal with them, too. Deception, Peter figured out early on, was the key to survival.

The year before Peter would have received his Hogwarts letter, Mitchell went and withdrew Peter from his school, explaining the actions to the administration as wanting to home tutor his son before sending him to a private academy the next year. Peter spent that year learning as much about magic as his father had to teach, frequently accompanying his father to work at the Ministry in the Magical Law Enforcement Department; though, he always had to stay behind when his father went to make an arrest. Peter was highly squeamish about his father's job, though. He didn't like the idea of having to face down a criminal in any sort of way...or even just facing a normal person down. As much as Mitchell was hoping that he would be, Peter was positive from an early age that he'd never have what it took to be a hit wizard like his father.

When Peter left for his first year at Hogwarts, he spent the time on the train shoved in the corner of a crowded compartment, trying not to cry for just utter fear. He was alone, not even his mother there to support him. And he was scared that it would be that way all through his years there, or that someone would realize how weak his magic was and take advantage of that fact. This wasn't like elementary school when he could feign connections in order to keep himself in one piece. This was Hogwarts, a place where, according his father, you either sank or swam.

Peter was extremely nervous waiting to be sorted. Why was Pettigrew so far back in the alphabet? As he watched student after student take their places, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he wasn't placed anywhere. What if he really was a squib like his father had always complained to his mother when he'd thought Peter wasn't listening? What if he was here by mistake? Would he be sent back on the train, alone and in disgrace? He was so lost in thought that he missed his name being called and had to be shoved up towards the stool by a dark haired boy.

Taking his place on the stool, Peter swallowed heavily as he heard the hat start talking, trying to figure out just what House to put him into. Peter didn't know much about the Houses at Hogwarts other than what his father had told him: 'Gryffindor's the best. Ravenclaws are bookish nerds. Hufflepuffs are weak-willed limp wristed pansies. And Slytherins are all better off dead.' So when the Hat threatened him with Slytherin as it was sat on his head, Peter very nearly had a panic attack. He didn't want his father to think that he was 'better off dead'. As he sat on the stool, whimpering 'No, no, no,' over and over again, the Hat relented from its listing of all of his qualities that fell under Slytherin's standards (his knack at deception, his willingness to do whatever it takes to make sure he stays on top, his sheer quiet cunning that people don't even realize is there), it finally started to consider the other options.

Hufflepuff was right out for reasons that the Hat didn't see any point in divulging. And while Peter was street smart, he lacked the drive and necessary curiosity for Ravenclaw. That only left one other option. After mumbling how it was hardly the best option, but Peter certainly had the quiet courage and gumption as well as a strong sense of nobility, despite his willingness to be flexible on points that others simply wouldn't consider negotiable, that it took to make it within Gryffindor. As the Hat confirmed its decision and exclaimed, "Gryffindor!" to the gathering in the Great Hall, Peter dashed from the stool in front of the staff table, shoving the hat hastily into Professor McGonagall's hands, before plopping down at the table of red and gold and, literally, burying his head against the shoulder of the firstie sitting next to him, Remus Lupin.

When flanked on his other side by the dark haired boy who had shoved him when his name had been called, James Potter, and taunted by his clinginess, Peter was finally able to relax enough to realize how ridiculous he was acting. Redfaced, he mumbled a quick apology before ducking his head and folding his hands in his lap. Ironically enough, these two individuals along with their other dormmate, Sirius Black, would become the best and truest friends that Peter was ever able to call his own. Sure, they would give him a hard time every now and again, but that's what friends do after all.

And it was a good thing he could call them friends because as far as his coursework went, Peter struggled in almost every subject. Without help, he probably would have absolutely bombed his Transfiguration, Potions, Defense, and Herbology classes. The only subject he didn't seem to have any difficulty with was Charms. In fact, he breezed through the class with little to no difficulty. He was able to puzzle out solutions to Charm related problems in almost a flash and managed O's in the class without even trying. Peter never considered this talent anything to be proud of, though, because his father was constantly complaining about his other grades. When he'd attempt to point out his excellence in Charms, the only replies he would receive were scornful, at best. "What are you going to do with that, Peter? Charms are worthless unless you plan on being a housewife like your mother."

When James came up with the idea of becoming Animagus, Peter was positive that he wouldn't be able to manage it. Transfiguration was one of his worst subjects in his early years. There wasn't a class that went where he didn't tick off McGonagall. Either he wouldn't be able to manage the spell, or he would muck it up so badly that he ended up screwing up everyone sitting around him. It was a class that he would have happily avoided for the remainder of his school days if at all possible. Of course, these worries and protests didn't phase his mate in the least. Either they'd all manage it, or they wouldn't do it at all.

It took quite a bit of agony and several years, but they were all eventually able to master the advanced Transfiguration technique. Peter was the last one out of the three of them to be able to do it without something going horribly wrong. Near the middle of his 5th year, Peter mastered his Animagus form, a dirty blond rat. While Remus, James, and Sirius weren't at all bothered by the form that he had taken, it initially troubled Peter. James and Sirius's forms appeared to match their personalities. Did him being a 'rat' say something about who he was, or was it just a pure coincidence? It wasn't an issue he was able to think on much, though, because OWLs preparation was absolutely killing him.

Peter was able to make it through all of the tests without passing out, no matter how horribly he think he screwed up on some of them. The only thing he knows is that he bombed his Potions practical. There's not much luck that he passed since his cauldron exploded in the middle of the exam. The bright spots in Peter's examinations came during his Charms exam, one that he was able to not only pass but impress the examiners during, and his Defence OWL that went much better than he had anticipated, with Remus having helped him study for the writing portion and all of them having helped him practice for the practical portion. He was extremely relieved when he received the OWL scores with his Hogwarts letter for sixth year and found that he had achieved the necessary E to get into the NEWT level class while he probably would have only been able to manage an A on his own.

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WARDED PRIVATE

Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore is dead.

If he can die, any of us can. I always knew that that was a possibility before now, sure, but it almost didn't seem real. Lorraine and Archie put themselves into public positions, positions far more more prevalent than any of the rest of us (save maybe Sirius) are in. But if Albus Dumbledore can be killed, that doesn't bode well for the rest of us. He was the strongest wizard alive and the most well known, and if he could be killed by a bloody snake....

James and Lily have a son to take care of now. Harry needs his parents. Alice and Frank are in the same position. And while Remus and I might actually stay out of the way well enough to keep alive, Sirius is just likely to rush headlong into a situation or shoot off his mouth and end up dead, and... Then what? Harry needs his godfather, too. And MWP doesn't have nearly as good a ring to it.

These are my friends, my family, and I can't lose them. But... Albus bloody Dumbledore.

Tags: end of an era, the order ordeal, we're all gonna die, · private, • august 1980

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