Odd Internal Organ Cravings
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"I am so amazingly bored right now I could eat a werewolf and pick all the leftover clumps of fur out of my teeth…due to boredom, of course," said Peter Pettigrew, whose pudgy head his even pudgier hands held up. The short, blond hair he had kept falling into his face, causing him to look like the absolute ugliest 'angel' – if one could call him an angel; a more appropriate word would be 'troll' or 'ignoramus' – on the planet…probably in the whole galaxy.
Remus Lupin cringed. "Er…Peter, I'd rather you not do that…for my safety, mainly. No one on the planet cares about your safety, seeing as how you're growing up to be a traitorous little git." He slowly backed away while talking, retreating to an armchair farther from the always-hungry-when-bored boy.
Not even hearing Remus's last statement (as he was too busy dreaming of what it would be like to dive into a whole pool full of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans), Peter joyfully replied with a chuckle, "Oh, don't worry, Remus – I wouldn't eat YOU…" he then continued on with a mutter, "…although it would be quite nice to devour your brains; possibly by sucking them through a straw or impaling them with a fork…or a knife…maybe a spork would do it…" While rambling to himself, he started to lick his lips. Remus, with a terrified and disgusted look on his face, backed even further away from the chubby boy. His back was now flush against the wall. He couldn't retreat any farther – he just hoped that Peter wouldn't have a sudden craving for a pancreas or a liver…
Author's Note: Yeah, it's short, I know. I would basically consider it as a drabble of sorts, so that'd be the reason why it's lacking in the length department. I also know that I depicted Peter as the stereotypical chunky monkey that most authors who hate him do, but...without that, this never would've fallen into place. So, what do you all think?