Disclaimer: I do not own anything! I'm doing this during school! Yea!
Portia's P.O.V.
Portia let her hand hang in the air for a few seconds before taking it away. How rude this man was! The people in the funny masks at least said something to her! This man was just starring. How rude!
"Peter, I need to sit down." Said Sirius as he sat on their vintage 1848 sofa with the chocolate and pumpkin juice stains.
Portia Pettigrew was a polite person by nature. Her Grammy always told her to be a proper young lady for as long as she could remember. Her father always told her to be herself. So she became both. Father brought out some coffee for himself and the man who looked a lot like Bellatrixie. He was shaking their vintage cup and getting coffee al over their vintage red sofa. Vintage. She loved that word so much. It was big and made her sound grown up.
"P-Peter, don't tell me that she's-" started the man. Portia decided that this must be one of those mudbloods. The people in the funny masks always said that they were rude and obnoxious. Whatever that means. She continued to stare at the man just as he had done to her. He looked uncomfy.
Sirius' P.O.V.
We were looking for Peter for months, everywhere but his flat. In retrospect that was a bad decision. First James wanted him to see Harry, then he starting coming to order meetings less and less, no doesn't even come at all. We looked at all his favorite haunts: his mother's house, the leaky caldron, even his job at Honeydukes'. He was nowhere to be found and we presumed him long dead. So I decided to check his flat and to my surprise I saw a little girl. A buck toothed, dirty blond haired, greeneyed little girl with great maners. She was blonde with buck teeth and incredibly short: oblyiously a Pettigrew. This was really really bad.