Yes Master." He said full of a shakiness of confidence as he bowed his head, eyes locked to the ground. Knowing better to met his eyes, wanting his desires and information hidden.
"Go now Wormtail." With the words and not a second thought Peter quickly retreated from the parlor passing other death eaters dressed in full gear, masks and all. He often wandered why he was allowed to parade around completely known to all without even attempting to gain some level of honor and secretiveness. Yet he was the closet one to the Lord that right there gave him a higher creed to abide by than the rest.
As he reached the outside of the abandoned house located in the middle of nowhere, ignored and dismissed by wizards and muggles alike, he removes his robe laying it on the ground with careful easy. Always one to keep straight and tidy - even as a rat locked in that cage he tried to keep his scraps of paper and bedding neat as possible. Some order in a chaotic life. Peter had never and would never question the Dark Lord, he'd die by his own hand with the most terrible fashion before he'd let doubt across his lips. He always forced a change of thought it doubt was knocking and the Lord was near. He wasn't caught once. Now yards away and the Lord preoccupied he was willing to turn to the doubt and anger riding in him. He didn't want his task, he didn't want to return to that life.
"Wormtail I need you to do some spying for me," His ears perked up. A job, a duty of importance.
"Anything Master."
"Transform, find out where Snape and that Malfoy brat are staying and find out everything you can. But do not get caught! Like last time." Peter fought the anger - he successful hid, spied for twelve years but even that wasn't suitable enough for the Dark Lord.
"It will be an honor Master."
"Good, good I want everything. Even if this takes months I want to know everything!"
Peter sighs once again as he transforms himself into an ugly and disgusting rat onto on the laid down robe. Back to a life of sewer drains, running from various beasts, searching for days for a meal. This time he won't gain the luxury of a cage to keep clean in his own way, Now he would have nothing to control in such a chaotic world. It was for the Lord, it was worth it.
Picking a direction he starts to run.