Peter Pettigrew

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Name: Brittany
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Age: 19
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Name: Peter Pettigrew
Age: 18
Gender: male
Year: Graduate
Face Claim: Ben McKenzie

Canon or Original? Canon

Facial Properties: Describe myself? Well, I don't really know. James and Sirius have been poking fun at me since first year that I have a rat-like appearance. A small nose I guess? Um, I have blue eyes, blond hair, and while I'm being completely honest I have a spot on the back of my head that is thinning...mum told me that my dad was going bald when he died. So I guess it runs in the family. My mum was sure to make sure that my teeth were straight as a kid; she mentioned something several times about want me to be in the Ministry of Magic someday, and that if I were to be the minister someday, I would need flawless teeth. So I guess I do now...one thing I'm not so much a fan of is that my front two teeth are long...no insanely long, they just don't look like they belong. Um...I don't smile much at all. I know it may seem like a waste of my mom's efforts, but for whatever reason, I just don't. That's it...I can't really think of anything else i can tell you.
Physique: Do I work out? Well, no...not really. But I guess that keeping up with the guys keeps me fit. Fat rats don't run very fast anyway. I am 5'9 so...not really blessed vertically like James and Sirius, I can keep a tan better than they can though. My hair has pretty much always been this short length; I did go through a phase my fifth year where i had long hair that went past my ears, then when i learned to be an animagus my fur was way too long to function, so that had to go. I guess you could say I'm pretty stocky, but that could mostly be because of my height too. But I'm not fat. Severus called me that one time during third year, James said he took care of it, cause i ran off. So nice to have such good friends. Girls? No... not me. I've never-I mean, I haven't- eh-hem. I'm still- never mind.

Wand Type: Chestnut and Dragon Heartstring, 9.25 inches, Brittle
Wand Expertise: Not much...charms
Patronus: Rat
Boggart: His dead Body

Personality: Do I have to be completely honest in this? I do? Ok then. What if I'm not? Oh. Yeah, yeah, no, I've got it. Well. I am a follower. I have been for as long as i can remember. Making decisions for myself and others is not something I am much a fan of. I need a leader, someone who can tell me what i can and can't do. That's why i hang out with James and Sirius so much. I mean come on, they're gifted with magic, charming, can get any girl they wanted...those are the kinds of leaders I'm talking about. That's also probably why I've never -er- been with a girl. I haven't met one who really takes charge. It's not that i don't want to, its just i don't know how. How could i possibly make the choice for someone else to something that i cant even make the choice to do it myself? Especially if i...or they...wind up hurt or dead. What then? No, no...definitely not. I'm a good and loyal follower. I wouldn't do anything to hurt James or Sirius. They've been so good to me by taking me in, showing me a few tricks, teaching me to be an animagus. I'll always follow their lead. They're the most powerful students at Hogwarts, I'd be crazy not to hang out with them.

Brave? No. I'm not. I leave that to James and Sirius. I'm more a sidekick than anything else. When they go to torture Sevy I usually just watch, and laugh...taking in how to be more like them. I just don't like doing anything that could put me in harms way. I mean, if its dangerous...why risk it? Bravery is just a way to get yourself killed. I mean, it works for James and Sirius, but I can't help but be worried as the Dark Lord gains more and more power. What will their reaction be? I don't know if i could do what they would do...to stand up against He-who-must-not-be-named, the most powerful and talented wizard of all time? To face certain death? It freaks me out just thinking about it. Maybe they can coach me enough to where I will get to that point. There is talk of making a group, the "Order of the Phoenix" they're calling it. Lily is even involved. I just don't think i have it in me. I'm pathetic, not smart, not good at magic, i barely graduated for Christ's sake! I don't even like being in the same room as Remus when he changes. I'm a joke of a man.

I guess I'm a little Ambitious. Why would guys like James, Sirius, and Lupin accept me in? Cause i didn't take no for an answer. With all the power and courage i could muster, i molded myself into one of their friends. We had fun! Making that map was probably one of the best memories i have. So i guess thats something brave i have done... and it really paid off. I couldn't ask for better friends. I may be mildly greedy at times...taking the last chocolate frog off the train cart so the guy next door can't have it, and i have 6 Dumbledore cards thank you very much, i don't tend to be very chivalrous either. What? You said be honest! It's nothing against you girls. I just have a hard time remembering, 'Peter, there is a girl behind you, hold the door when you go through.' I of course remember when i hear a startled gasp and look behind me to see some poor girls nose smashed in the large entrance hall doors. I think a girl may have actually broken her nose one time... But anyway, it's not something i am proud of, but it's me. i usually expect that every good deed that i do, or every responsibility i achieve, should be rewarded. If it's not rewarded, whats the motivation to do anything in the first place? That could be why my grades were so bad in school...thank god for Remus for catching me up!

Haha, I'm kinda sneaky. I like to make people think I've disappeared; well, I'm good at it aren't I? I guess I'm as cunning as a rat...which is usually how i disappear. I just know how to make myself invisible; i have since i was a child. I don't really like to follow rules either. 7 years with the Marauders group can do that to a person. Rules are never really rules unless it means life or death consequences. If they don't have life or death repercussions, they are then guidelines. Just ask anyone...except for Professor McGonagall. I sort of hate her. She's always giving me a hard time, and loving on Potter and Black. What makes me so different? Maybe its my lack of skills or whatever, but good god woman. Lay off already! Oh. -er- sorry. Anyway yeah. I like to fool people, play jokes, sneak around, all of the behind the scenes work, and James, Sirius, and Remus are my star performers.


Likes:
+The Guys: James, Sirius, Remus
+An ice cold butterbeer
+Music
+Potions
+Divination
+Practical jokes, as long as i am not the victim
+Being outside
+Girls
+any kind of food
+quidditch
Dislikes:
–Snape
–Professor McGonagall
–Defense against the dark arts, its too hard
–Cats
–Anything too Dangerous
–Being Vulnerable
–rejection
-wine
–Rules
–school

History: Well, there's not much to my story really, I've led a pretty normal life. But if you want to know everything i can tell you. I was born October 3rd, 1960 in London, England to my mother... Diana Pettigrew. And I didn't know my father at all seeing as he died when i was 2 months old. How he died? He got sick i guess, as far as i know. That's what my mum always told me. Anyway, we lived in a flat for a few years, my mom worked a low end job at the ministry which put food on the table, not much, but it was something. She liked to go all out on birthdays, she got me the coolest things. This one year i got a fake wand that shot multicolored sparks out of it. I loved that thing. So yeah, it was just me and her for a long time, there were no other men for her, she vowed not to marry anyone else because she loved my dad so much. I thought it was sweet...but i still wish i had had that father figure growing up like James had. But i made due just fine. She taught me a lot. It was nice knowing she was there for me. I didn't really play with any other children who lived near me, i was shy i guess.

The year i got the letter from Hogwarts i think i may have actually shit my pants. I mean, seriously? I would have to leave my mother to go to some strange school, with loads of students, be sorted like some kind of piece of mail, then be expected to follow all kinds of rules about magic and living for 7 years? I was a little distraught. Haha, i think my mom actually had to drag me to the train station and through platform 9 3/4. If it weren't for James i probably wouldn't have gotten on the train at all. He introduced himself and asked me my name, we chatted-well, he talked, i mumbled, for a few minutes then he asked if i would join him on the train. I reluctantly bid my mother good bye and hopped aboard. That year was one i would never forget. I met people like Sirius Black, one of the many strange and seemingly dark family members of the Black family. Remus Lupin, a nice, genuine guy who was actually kind of cold toward me. Lily Potter, the pretty little muggle born with Red hair. I'm not going to lie, i fancied her that year. But she hung out with Severus Snape, a slime of a boy not worth anyones time, let alone a girl so pretty. I met Marlene Mckinnon...haha, Sirius had a HUGE thing for her that year...well, every year since that year actually. Going home was hard. 'Cause then it was just me and mum...thats it.

Going back second year was a blast. We weren't the newbies anymore, and for whatever reason, we felt like the biggest Bad asses from then on. Third year, same story. Then the fourth, same old same old. Fifth was maybe the best year of them all. During second year James had put it together that Remus was in fact a werewolf. I would have never ever guessed that's why he would be absent so much...just goes to show you how smart James is. So, during our 5th year, all of us in the Marauders group decided that we were going to learn how to be animals that protected everyone from Remus in case he were to get out of hand. James, became a magnificent Stag. I mean, seriously, it was a trophy buck for sure. Sirius became a huge black dog. Definitely big enough to give Remus a run for his money. And I, at their request, became a rat. The whomping willow had actually been placed there as a safe haven for Remus to go to so that he didn't hurt anyone. I, being the smallest had to run around the waving branches, hit the knot on the tree, so that everyone could pass through safely. A pretty important job if you ask me!

We had code names. Remus was "Moony", seeing as he changed every full moon, James was "Prongs" seeing as he was a stag and all, Sirius was "Padfoot" because, well, he was a dog, and me? I was "Wormtail". So there we were: Marauders, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. We knew more about Hogwarts than most teachers who ever worked there. With this knowledge we created the Marauders Map. It was a guide that showed us where we were in the castle and WHO was in the castle as well. Yep, thats right. If we saw a teacher coming down the wing one night when we were sneaking out we were able to sneak away and hide before they knew anything. It was a blast. Now, its over. We're graduated and now everything is different. James is engaged to Lily...who would have seen that coming? Marlene and Sirius are finally back together, Bella and Remus are happy as could be and me? I'm alone. Still the follower. Luckily James is good about making sure i get to visit often. I'm excited to see where life takes me at this point. I don't know, its all a mystery right now. ~Memoirs from Peter Pettigrew

Sample Post: Out of all the insane things to happen in her life, out of all the boys she had been with, out of all the crazy places she had been, you would thing that Mel would be used to pretty much every situation and boy out there. But today, the nerves seemed to be eating her alive when she thought of this date get together with Sirius Black. What made him so intimidating? Weren't boys supposed to be intimidated by her? Yes. They were. Melanie was always careful to make it that way. She wasn't worth anything. She was just a slut, a whore, someone to use then toss aside like a used towel. Her step-dad made sure she knew that every time he fucked with her. No, after he made her his little sex toy. Thank God she could stay at Marlene's from now on, there was no fucking way she was going back home. Earlier that year she sent a letter home to her mom and ass hole of a step-father telling them that they should consider her moved out and that she would only see her mom. Never again would she see that prick who filled her nightmares, who made her to who she was today. A used tramp. Shit. That's right! Marls! Feelings of shame and deception crept in on the already emotionally drowning Melanie. Marls would fucking kill Mel if she found out. So she wouldn't tell her. It was casual anyway right? He had a girlfriend, and Mel wanted to honor her best friend’s feelings. Right. She didn't need to know...it wasn't a big deal. she gulped as she waited for her curling iron to heat up, biting her lower lip to bring the focus from Sirius to the amount of pain she was in. No luck. Each curl steamed slightly as she wrapped her long blond hair onto the smoldering iron, curls bouncing against her collar bone as she dropped them. Right. This was just an outing with a good friend. They were allowed to hang out, weren't they? When she was finished with the task of her hair, she moved onto makeup, meticulously checking every inch of her face, covering up any imperfection. The atmosphere change abruptly as Marls came sauntering into the room, messing with her hair. 'Shit, shit, shit'. Mel could do this; lie to her best friend. She had James anyway, they had just told each other how much they loved her too. If Marls were to find out, about her and Sirius' Platonic outing, she'd be completely fine with it. Right?

Melanie knew this was too much to hope for. Marls was pissed at Sirius, for God knows why, Sirius was the most genuine guy Mel knew. God, wouldn't it be weird if the best friends got together? Marls had Mel, James had Sirius. 'Damn it!' Mel mentally smacked herself back into reality. She couldn't be thinking this. Tonight was going to be completely casual and friendly. Nothing else. Not that her fantasy had always been something along these lines...they would stay fantasies. Not for Alecto's sake, psh, fuck her. But for Marls. "There's my Bitch. Where ya been?" Mel would usually stick around for the question but she realized she was already running late. She could still hear Marls as she rummaged through her trunk, pulling out a pile of shirts and her favorite jeans, throwing them on her bed. Marls entered the room rolling her eyes as she plopped down on her bed, exhausted; "Where else? I do have a boyfriend that occupies 80% of my time, you know" Mel had different shirts held up in the mirror, narrowing the pile down to three different shirts, then to two. Throwing off her tank top she slipped the first one on and spun to face her friend. "Well?" Again her eyes rolled as she sat up on her arms to survey the very nervous Melanie. "I THINK that you're more fidgety than usual. Who's the guy this time, anyway? New one?" Mel looked down at her twitchy hands, 'shit, i knew this would happen.' Turning away from her friend to look concerned with the shirt she was wearing she answered. "Oh well, kinda. But you know me... Nothing special. Just a few drinks." When she looked back at Marls she realized her lips were in a hard line, and her gaze was skeptical. This is why they were best friends. They knew each others bullshit. "Right, a few drinks. Why am I not surprised? So long as I don't have to go and pick you up because you're so wasted you can't even get yourself back here..." She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and looked at her. "And don't think I didn't notice you didn't answer my question. But whatever." She quickly turned around, hoping she didn't hurt her friend by not telling her the full story. The last thing she wanted in all of this was to hurt Marls, especially after what they had been through. She needed to make up something...and fast. "Ok. I didn't want to tell you...cause well, it's sort of embarrassing. I'm meeting with Wes again...I know, I know..." She tried her hardest to put on an embarrassed face as she glanced up for a reaction. And she got it. Marlene's face furrowed in frustration as she gathered the right words to say. "Wes? Again? You just can't get enough of him, can you? I mean, sure, it's convenient once in a while, but come onnn, Mel. The guy's a jerk." She nodded, Wes was a jerk; good thing it wasn't him she was meeting. "I know... but I promise I won't get trashed. And I'll sleep in my own bed tonight...We're just going to talk." A nervous grin spread across her face as she looked at Marls. As bad as she felt, she loved being sneaky. There was just something about keeping secrets that gave her some kind of high.


Putting her face in her hands, Marls watched Mel scrutinize all of her imperfections, she was the only one Mel would let see her true feelings toward herself. "Like I haven't heard THAT before. But suit yourself." Turning back to face the mirror she shoved up her bra, hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. "So the black one then?" Marls nodded; "Sure, black. It's slimming." Beaming she turned to her friend, "Well I better be off then." She slipped on her favorite black heels and turned to her friend. Guilt seemed to creep in on her as she studied Marls' face. "Love you Marls... and thank you." Grinning wildly Marls hugged Mel, being sure not to mess up hair or makeup in the process. "Yeah, yeah. Go get your 'talk'" Her heels clicked the ground as she walked toward Hogsmeade, mentally preparing herself for the night she was about to have. Under no circumstances would she get wasted. Mel would just not let that happen...unless he did...then it would be ok, and who knows what it would lead to...'NO!' No. Tonight was going to be just as fun sober as it would drunk. Better, actually, cause she would remember it in the morning. She gripped her arms in attempts to keep herself warm as hogsmeade came into view. The cool air blew across the grounds, but any shivering Mel was doing wasn't from temperature. The Three Broomsticks was bound to be a little more empty than usual, being a sunday night and all, which would make it better to talk. She loved how homey the Three Broomsticks was, warmth seemed to embrace her as she walked in its inviting door, scanning the room for her date friend. Her heart skipped beats when she saw him. With a huge grin she walked over and gave him a big hug, taking in his wonderful smell. Once this thinking started she pulled away, taking the chair opposite him, leaning forward as she rested her elbows on the table. "Sorry I'm late. I was running a bit behind." Tonight would be brilliant. She needed to keep telling herself that.

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[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

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