Peter Pettigrew was in a mild panic.

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Ok, maybe "mild" was a poor word choice…

Peter Pettigrew was about to have a panic attack, is more accurate.

You see, the Marauder had been sitting in his dorm room, bored without his fellow troublemakers. Sirius and James were in morning detention (again) and Remus was still in the hospital wing from his transformation the night before. Nothing to do, he decided he might as well start practicing some of the charms spells they were going to be tested on in a few days. Sitting up, he reached over to his bedside table to grab his wand.

It wasn't there.

Peter scrunched his eyebrows. He could have sworn he put it there. He stood up, looking at the spot where he had been sitting to see if he had been sitting beside or on it. It wasn't there either. This is the point were he begins to get worried. He turned to look on the floor. Maybe it had fallen off the side table? But no, it was nowhere to be found. Now he is in a "mild panic". He quickly began running around the room, throwing the clothes and books on the ground, looking under beds, shoving papers off desks. But still, no wand. Suddenly, a though occurred to him.

I had it when we went to the shrieking shack last night… what if I left it there!?

Cue panic attack.

Peter's family wasn't super poor, but they weren't rich either. If he had to get a new wand, he'd be dead! And how could he go to his classes until he got a new one? No, he simply had to find his wand. No matter what.

With this in mind, the Marauder straightened his shoulders and tried to act confident as he left the room to go to the shrieking shack for the second time in two days.

Upon arriving, he found himself incredibly lucky that no one was around. Normally, as dangerous as the tree may be, students would gather outside on Sundays and were almost always in view of it. Glancing around just to be extra careful, Peter quickly turned himself into a rat, running into the tunnel under the tree. He scurried as fast as he could along the path until he finally reached the exit.

Despite knowing full well that nothing resided within the decrepit building (other than the occasional werewolf, which he was well aware currently resided in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing), Peter couldn't help but be cautious as he opened the door from the tunnel. He glanced around quickly before stepping into the room, human once more. Daylight took away some of the eeriness the house seemed to possess, but he was still a bit edgy. Not to mention, if someone caught him here, he'd be in sooo much trouble.

Quickly getting to work, Peter began searching for his wand. He moved some of the torn furniture, seeing if it had fallen under something. He swept away dirt and debris, search between loose floorboards, looked everywhere he could think of. No wand. Luckily, despite his search, the room looked pretty much the same as when he had entered.

Peter felt like crying from frustration as he headed back down the tunnel to return to Hogwarts. He didn't know where else to look. His panic was beginning to escalate. As he exited the tunnel, carefully making sure to be unseen, he checked the time. His three friends should have long since returned to their room. Perhaps they could help him look more.

Running desperately down the halls, even ignoring an angry Filch's reprimands about running indoors, Peter raced to the dorm room. After a few minutes, he burst into the room inhabited by the four Marauders, all of which snapped their heads too look at him as he entered.

"Wormtail! Where have you been?"

"And what the heck happened to the room?"

Peter gasped as he waved his hands anxiously.

"You guys gotta help me! I can't find my wand and I've been looking everywhere! If I don't find it I'm going to be in SO much trouble!"

Wormtail looked at his friends expectantly, waiting for them to leap into action, to come up with a plan to help him get through this crisis. However, he felt himself getting angry as they did… nothing. The three exchanged a look before James spoke.

"So… who wants to tell him?" Remus sighed.

"One of you do it, I'm too sore to move."

James shrugged before standing up and walking over to Peter. He then lifted his hand and brought it up behind Peter's ear, pulling out… his wand. Peter's jaw dropped as James handed the wooden object to him. He was still staring wide-eyed at the wand, his mouth now opening and closing without making a sound, when Sirius began scribbling on the parchment hung on the back wall of the boys' room.

38.) Losing your wand when it's behind your ear the whole time.

The three Marauders then resumed their previous activities, ignoring their fourth friend still standing, shocked, in the center of the room.

It wasn't till ten minutes later that the whole Gryffindor house heard Peter's indignant screech.

We all know someone who's done it. Lost their glasses when they were on their head or around their neck or LOOKING THROUGH THEM (*cough*my mom!*cough*). And we all know this would happen to Peter. Poor guy just can't catch a break can he?