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"it's too loud," she hums to herself in response to his question, enjoying the cool night air that blew softly through the window. she wants to ask why take the risk? but she'd be quite the hypocrite as she plucks the cigarette from his hand and takes a drag from it, giving a small cough.

"he already knows me so well," she muses to herself with a faux expression of infatuation, rolling her eyes a moment later. but of course he's right - and rita hardly considers peter somebody to give her life over. "right you are," she agrees in annoyance, smacking her lips together a few times, getting used to the feeling the smoke left on them. "that's quite a horrid taste, isn't it?" she adds a moment later, scrunching her nose. she hardly ever touches the stuff, but she was feeling just the right amount of miserable to entertain it. "how come you're not making a prick of yourself like your little friends?" rita asks curiously.

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“It’s not difficult to sneak up on someone in this noise though,” he noted as even though he was further from the main area the noise was still evident. He had been tuning it out some to try and get a moment away from the chaos but it was a harder task than anticipated. “Unlike me you can leave when you want to, if you’ve hit your limit you can go back to your quiet dorm,” he pointed out. He supposed he could go up to his dorm and put on a muffling charm on the door if he really wanted. 

“Just a little burn, no fire,” he said rubbing the spot on his hand for a moment before taking another drag. “One way to shut a party down though I suppose.” He took out his wand to heal the mark, something he had gotten good at given his antics with the marauders often ended with one of them injured and needing to be healed without the questions they would get at the hospital wing.

Loud noise, constant music and the busy shuffling of the crowd was anything but Emmeline's comfort zone. It was so far out of it and yet every now and then she was fine enjoying the social gathering, the usual ways of a party; even one such as this. The common room had turned into a mess, only adding to her dislike for the crimson covered area. Part of her yearned for the quietness of the dungeons, the echo of the lake above her like a soft, protective blanket. Something told her most the Gryffindors may not have seen it that way.

It was in search of a little moment of peace that the witch stumbled upon Peter, seemingly hidden away. "Don't you think if I had wanted to sneak up on you I could have done just that?" Emmeline chuckled, amused at the display or startled panic. "You could say that. I don't mind the occasional party but this is a bit much for one night." Her features lit up with the hint of a smirk. "Needing a break is no need to almost set yourself on fire."

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Peter wasn’t sure what to make of Evan’s response as he took another drag, blowing the smoke out the window as he took a moment to think. “Never said I was hiding, just taking a break,” he noted. It seemed clear that the other didn’t really want to be at the party, but many people seemed to have come just to make an appearance. “This is my common room so I can’t leave, but if you aren’t enjoying it you at least have that option.”

Evan was not a people follower or a party person as it was, so why was he in a Gryffindor party out of all to do today- he had no fucking clue himself. But, he reckoned it was better to be here than be in his dorm and be annoyed of the fact that he is alone by not his choice and everyone else's. It wasn't even him who made a noise, someone else dropped something as he came towards the windows. He rolls his eyes loudly and clearly towards the other.

And because this is the day of the unepxected, he replies. 'No. I am hiding in plain sight.'

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Peter never felt particularly comfortable around Andromeda, she had that air that purebloods had about them. His mother had tried to impart to him even though he was only half due to her upbringing but it hadn't stuck. She was Sirius’ cousin though, one of the ones he actually liked so he tried to make an effort at least. “I hadn’t looked yet so how was I to know there was a lady in my presence?”

“Well, you could leave, but for some of us we live here so we don’t have that option,” he noted, wondering why she came. “So you should count yourself lucky,” he said as he took another drag, careful to blow the smoke out the window. “They're around here somewhere but I needed a break,” he shrugged. He wasn’t drunk enough to fully get into the swing of the party.

It was impossible to hear anything over the noise. Even her own thoughts started to get lost in the sea of conversations bombarding Andromeda's senses at every angle. Too much of an introvert for these kinds of gatherings. Yet, here she was because for some reason Slytherin decided to attend and she had a game to play.

As Andromeda approached the side of the room where there seemed to be a bit of a breeze, she jumped in response to Peter's sudden movements. "Merlin," she imitated his diction, "learn how to talk to a lady in your presence."

She nodded at the continuation of his words. Peter was beyond correct. Everything was far too much for her. "I think it would come as no surprise to you that I am not big on parties, Peter," she stated. It was true. The four of them had a bond she was quite envious of. "I'm more surprised to see you not buzzing around with James and Sirius."

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Peter always found himself to be a bit awkward and uneasy around people he didn’t know well, usually making a fool out of himself. “Oh, right,” he offered a smile. But there was something soothing about Ted, an easiness about it that made him feel a little bit better. “Probably better I don’t have the whole thing anyway, less chance of drinking too much and doing something I will regret,” he said with a shrug. He had enough embarrassing things to regret without being drunk. “Sure, but if I tell you I’d have to kill you,” he teased as most things the marauders did couldn’t be shared. “What about you?”

"Relax mate- I was just messing with you" Ted offered Peter a smile and he squeezed the man's shoulder to further his point. "Keep it for yourself, especially since you've lost so much of it already." Ted was quite fond of Peter. There was just something warming about being around him, he'd never felt judged or uncomfortable around him. He wished that he knew him better, but then that's usually what happened when people were in separate houses. Ted sipped his own drink "tell me about your summer, get up to any fun adventures?"

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Peter held in a sigh, not sure what he had been expecting, their interactions usually weren’t very pleasant. It wasn’t like he was happy about the arrangement either. Why would he want to be forced on someone who didn’t want him? As if he didn’t have enough self esteem issues. Rita’s father was really scraping the bottom of the barrel if he had decided on Peter for a match for his daughter. His mother’s family was part of the sacred 28 but his father most definitely was not meaning he didn’t carry the name. Not to mention Peter himself wasn’t what anyone looked for in a match.

“Well then why don’t you go back out there,” he suggested his tone tired. He brushed some of the ash off himself before taking another drag. It seemed Rita had decided to blame him for their predicament even though he had nothing to do with it and didn’t want it just as much as she did.

“I’m sure the healers have some kind of cure unlike the muggle world,” he mused, knowing in the muggle world smoking was something that would eventually kill you. Perhaps it just made him feel better to think the wizard world had a solution. It was just something that seemed to calm him in times of stress and something to do with his hands. “I thought you said it would kill you, or is that the point?” he questioned as he reluctantly handed her the cigarette. "I don't think it will be fast enough to get you out of things though."

rita's feet kind of take her wherever they want to go; she's just about lost control of them at this point and finds herself wandering about the common room. she's never taken a good look at the gryffindor's way of life, though it wasn't like she often had the opportunity - rita seldom entered any other common room other than her own. she's expecting to find something interesting, amusing, maybe even entertaining - instead, she finds peter pettigrew, and the blonde can't fight the roll of her eyes at the sight of the young man with a cigarette hanging between his fingers.

"yes, then i came upon you and the frivolity seemed almost bearable." she pouts as she leans against the wall, crossing her arms. the pair had an unusual relationship, if one could call it a relationship at all. daddy dearest had resorted to the very bottom of the barrel and fished out a low-budget mickey mouse with some very desirable cheese (rita), and decided the two should be wed.

ugh, as if.

"that crap'll kill you, y'know." she motions towards the cigarette, turning her nose up a bit at the smell. after a pause, she steps forward. "let me have a drag, yeah?" she asks, outstretching her hand. "doesn't sound so bad, if you ask me."

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“Well that is a predicament,” he said, not sure he could help her with it. “You know I’m not the best with plans though,” he pointed out. He wasn’t the best at breaking spells so she probably should have sought out someone else. “It’s been okay, though I see the problem in hosting the party means you can’t leave when you want to,” he smiled sheepishly. “How about you, besides the intruders?”

" i tried. yelled at them but they've placed an imperturbable charm around the dormitory. so now it's time to brainstorm a game plan. " though admittedly she'd been convinced into having a few drinks and her normally sharp mind was a bit hazy. drinking and magic were not a good combo. " how's the night been for you? "

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Peter simply shrugged, it was too late now, he wasn’t quick enough to think to grab for his wand. It was perhaps a side effect of living in a half muggle world, you didn’t always think of the wizard way. “So you can’t what?” he asked, confused by her sentence.

He didn’t mention to her he had left the party to get away from the crowd, so technically away from company, though just one person was different than the crowd. He took another drag from the cigarette, being sure to blow the smoke out the window so it wouldn’t be in her face. “Quiet company can be good,” he agreed.

Peter busied himself with pulling out his wand and moving it to heal the burn on his hand. He didn’t know Sybill very well but had seen her around, and he was always a bit more reserved with those he didn’t know. “I’m not really alone that much, I’m usually with my friends quite a lot,” he noted though he sensed she was also talking about herself. “Are you alone often?”

Sybill had been walking the perimeter of the room when someone knocked into her causing her to knock directly into Peter. She let out a small squeak. She saw the cigarette falling and went to reach for it just after Peter had but no such luck. "We should have used a charm..." she said sadly under her breath after it was too late. "I'm sorry. And I don't smoke so I can't --" she trailed off.

His face appeared pained. Sad, even. Amongst the crowd he stuck out as, perhaps, despondent. Sybill could feel his loneliness. She tilted her head as she looked at him. "Someone bumped me into you but," she paused, "I'm glad they did. It looks like you could use some company." She paused again. "Even if it's just quiet company."

It's not that Peter and Sybill were friends but of course she knew of him. Even if she didn't and it was someone else entirely who was giving off his energy, she would offer the same.

"It's not good being alone so much, yeah?" As she spoke from experience.

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Where: Gryffindor Common Room; party Who: Open

Peter sat by an open window that was tucked a little away from the noise, taking a break from the party. He took a drag from the cigarette staring off at nothing in particular just lost in thought. Smoke billowed out around him as he exhaled watching it as it disappeared. As he took another puff a noise from behind startled him causing him to cough on his inhale nearly dropping the cigarette, he managed to catch it but not before burning himself on the lit end. “Bollocks,” he muttered between coughs moving the smoke to his uninjured hand shaking out the other trying to take out some of the sting. “Merlin, don’t sneak up on a bloke like that.”

It was far from graceful, but that was usual for Peter, never very coordinated when he was startled, or well most of the time. “Needed a bit of a break from all the frivolity as well?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. He sometimes started to feel a bit overwhelmed when in a large group, and felt it was easy to slip out, who would really notice his absence? Only his few friends and he had seen that they were otherwise engaged in different antics and he could go unnoticed.

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Peter had been trying very hard not to spill the drink in his hand, dodging bodies as he crossed the room but his luck had finally run out. There was nowhere to go and someone bumped his elbow, spilling his drink and not just on the floor but a few drops had splashed the person next to him. “Oh, sorry, I didn- I couldn’t get out of the way fast enough,” he apologized with a sheepish grin. “Um, right, did you want some?” he asked his tone tinged with humour as he stepped out of the way of another body.

Who: Open Where: Gryffindor Common Room

ted was stood by one of the windows just watching everyone enjoy the party. he let out a contented sigh. he loved his family, he really did, but there was nothing like being at hogwarts. he wasn't ready for this to be his last year here but he was determined to enjoy every minute of it. ted was dragged out of his thoughts by someone bumping in to him and dropping a little of their drink of him. "y'know if you wanted me to share your drink, you just had to ask" a teasing, amused smile rising on his face.

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Peter's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but crack a small smile at Lily's huff. "And you didn't tell them to leave?" he questioned, knowing he wouldn't want people rolling around his bed. Especially in case his rats were snoozing in it.

" there's a COUPLE snogging in my bed. " lily huffed in annoyance, neither of them were even gryffindors yet they chose HER bed out of all of the others.

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🐁✉ | Rat Memos

By 1926, the Magical Congress of the United States of America used Memorandum Rodentium, known as "rat memos", which were enchanted pieces of paper that would fold themselves into paper rats and scurry through a series of tubes to send the memo to the correct office, sometimes tearing each other to pieces in the process.

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Can you analyze a Gryffindor with a Rat patronus? Much thank! (No I'm not like Peter ):)

Gryffindors are known for their courage and determination. Those with a rat patronus know this to be especially true. Rats are clever and resourceful creatures, which can symbolize cleverness, hard work, and success. Due to the fact that they are one of the most hunted animals, rats are extremely crafty and are top notch survivors.

Having gone through your fair share of experiences, if your patronus is a rat, you most likely find comfort in being able to give advice. When friends or family members come to you for guidance, you are always willing to lend a hand. You know just what to say or do to help them overcome any problem, big or small. When they take your advice, and things work out fine (which is often), you can’t help but feel proud.

-MoMo

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SUN AND MOON

   ⊙ Pisces Sun: Compassionate, spiritual, instinctual, emotional, abstract,        indecisive, generous, affectionate, creative. [x]    ☽ Pisces Moon: Psychic, empathetic, romantic, misunderstood, dreamer,        soft-hearted, push over, sensitive, curious. [x]

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"The House of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries."+