With the last of the exams finally done, Peter isn't sure what to do with all of the spare time he has.
Peter: Hey, Remus!
Remus: What, Wormtail?
Peter: What are you doing?
Remus: Trust me when I say that it's nothing concerning you.
Peter: Wouldn't you rather be doing something else?
Remus: Like... what?
Peter: How about playing Gobstones?
Remus: No thank you, Peter. I have a bet with James that I'll get 140 on Potions, 125 on Charms, and 200 on Transfiguration.
Peter: Why are you so worried?
Remus: I bet ALL of my money on it.
Peter: YOU made a bet?!?
Remus: Yes, now if you don't mind, I would like to finish this essay for Slughorn.
Peter: I'll help!
(Remus grimaces.)
Remus: No you won't.
Peter: Come on! I'll go get my copy of...
Remus: Peter, I don't need any help!
Peter: Are you sure?
Remus: I'm very sure.
Peter: Okay, then. I guess I'll see you later...
(Remus looks up and rolls his eyes in Peter's direction.)
Peter: Hello, Prongs! Where have you been?
James: Helping Sirius.
Peter: Doing what?
James: Can't tell you.
Peter: Why?
James: Two reasons: one is that you'd tell everybody.
Peter: What's the other one?
James: I just don't want to tell you.
Peter: Oh. Do you want to play chess?
(James laughs and smirks.)
James: I will if you can find the black king and the white knight. You've found them by now, right?
Peter: No. I'm still looking, though.
James: Well, let me know when you've found them.
Peter: Okay. Do you want to raid the kitchens?
James: Uh... no. Maybe later.
Peter: Do you want to go annoy Filch?
James: Not today.
Peter: You said that yesterday, and the day before, and the day...
James: And I'll say it again tomorrow. I have to find Lily to get some more daisy roots.
Peter: Alright. See you at dinner then...
(James leaves, laughing his head off.)
Peter: Sirius!
Sirius: What? I'm a little busy right now!
Peter: Do you want to help me find my chess pieces.
(Sirius snickers.)
Sirius: Not really.
Peter: Oh. Can I help you, then?
Sirius: Remember the last time you helped? Simply put: no!
Peter: Come on! It'll be fun!
Sirius: For you maybe...
Peter: Please! I really want to help!
Sirius: Wormtail, if you can prove to me that the T on your last Potions exam was a joke, then you can help.
Peter: What's that shiny thing?
Sirius: None of your business.
Peter: Can I have it?
Sirius: No, Peter, you can't. Now, would you please leave before I decide to dump this on your head?
Peter: What is it?
Sirius: You don't want to know.
Peter: Why?
Sirius: Just get out of here, or I'll rip your arm off!
(Sirius growls and Peter runs out of the room.)
Peter returns to the common room and glumly sits in front of the fire, wondering if the situation would be any better if he was in Slytherin. Probably not.
Peter: Some friends they are...