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Ok, this is a Peter POV…I hope it is to everyone's liking. Just a note. I don't like worthless Peter and completely hopeless Peter, I never viewed him like that, so I am not going to write him like that. Yes he is an evil little rat, but at this time he is considered to be a great friend by the Marauders….
Chapter 8 part 1:
Peter sat next to Sirius in transfiguration, mindlessly doodling on his parchment, which was meant to be containing the class notes for the lesson. Although this subject had its uses, Peter really disliked it, and he knew if it were not for James, Remus and Sirius, he would not have made it to the NEWT level class. As it was he only just scraped in, like most of his classes, except Potions, which he had an uncanny knack for; not as good as some students, but good enough. But he accepted that, Peter was smart enough to know where his talents lay, however that didn't stop him from being jealous of his friend's abilities every now and again.
He looked over at James and Sirius, who were laughing softly, so as not to gain McGonagall's attention, and scribbling over each other's parchment. He sighed, he knew, as soon as he met James and Sirius that the two of them would be inseparable. And he was right. He also knew that he would never be as close to either of them as they were to each other, and again he was right.
A piece of parchment landed in front of Peter, knocking him back to his senses. He opened it curiously, but had a fair idea of who it was from.
Wormtail,
I do believe McGonagall talks English, not doodle…unless I have been hearing her wrong all these years?
Padfoot.
P.S. and we were hoping you were taking notes so we could borrow them off you…damn you!!
Prongs
Peter chuckled slightly, he was glad that they had brought him into the conversation, so as to ease his boredom some.
He thought for a second before scribbling his reply and sending it back.
Padfoot,
I do believe McGonagall talks shit actually, and would think that may be why you understand her and I am having difficulty.
Wormtail
P.S. Prongs, why don't you ask Moony to borrow his…as usual?
Peter waited for the reply to come back, he saw James chuckling to himself at what he had written, making him feel rather pleased. He always felt a sense of pride when James laughed at his jokes, more so than any of the others.
The piece of parchment again fell onto the top of his table.
Wormtail,
But as you are writing shit, I feel you may be the one that is actually understanding her….unless you don't know shit?
Padfoot
P.S. We asked but we got no response…we may have to be forceful…he seems to be in dream
land,
Prongs
Peter read the note, and looked over at Remus, who indeed seemed to be in dreamland. He had a hunch a certain Ravenclaw student may have been responsible, but he wasn't sure. All of the boys, seemed to be captivated by certain ladies at the present time. All except himself. He had yet met anyone that he actually had complete fascination for. Yet another thing setting him apart slightly from the other boys. James as usual continued his addiction with Lily. And Peter couldn't blame him. He had to admit she was one of the most beautiful and kindest females he had met, even if she was a muggleborn. Well she was kind except when she was talking to James of course. But Peter had noticed that the dynamic between Lily and James had changed slightly, since the night they had stumbled across her crying in the Heads Room. A part of him was happy that they seemed to be on amicable terms, another part of him was not so pleased. And as for Sirius, he had a hunch that there was something going on between he and Augie, but he wasn't so sure.
He snapped his attention back to the note, as it had started to bite his fingertips. He shot a glance at James, before writing his note; which effectively caused the biting to cease.
Padfoot,
Ah, but I am not listening to McGonagall, and as such my notes have no reflection on my understanding of shit. You however, although not listening, appear to be able to understand her perfectly…
At that point he heard Sirius answer a question McGonagall shot at him.
Point proved
Wormtail
P.S. Prongs, what is Moony in dreamland for, I thought that was reserved for you and your obsession only?
Peter folded the piece of parchment, and again sent it to Sirius. As he did so he felt eyes on him and looked up, to see McGonagall eyeing him, a suspicious look on her face. Just what I need, he thought to himself.
Peter opened the parchment again, this time catching it after it rebounded off his head.
Wormtail,
Wormtail saw a drawing of a hand showing a rude gesture in place of Sirius' writing.
Padfoot
P.S. I decided to take a well deserved break from said dreamland, though I intend to return there, as soon as Moony is done.
Prongs
P.P.S. I am not in dreamland thankyou, I am intellectually pondering a philosophical problem.
Moony
Peter laughed, trust Remus to answer in such a fashion. He scribbled quickly on the parchment, so as not to grab McGonagall's attention.
Padfoot,
Very mature
Wormtail
P.S. Prongs, I have no doubt of you continued presence in dreamland, it surprises me greatly you have left at all.
P.P.S. Moony, is that a fancy way of saying you're trying to figure out whether to ask a certain Ravenclaw out?
Again he returned the parchment to his three friends, awaiting their reply. And it came quicker than expected.
Wormtail,
This time a drawing of two hands exhibiting rude gestures was in place of Sirius' handwriting.
P.S. As it does I,
Prongs
P.P.S. Again a drawing of a hand gesturing rudely was in place of a written response.
Moony
Wormtail chuckled at the parchment, before McGonagall's voice boomed through the room.
"Pettigrew, Black and Potter. Detention." She glared at the three of them, while Remus smirked at
them at his escaping the punishment.
"Lupin, you can join them." Unfortunately McGonagall caught the smirk as well. Peter, Sirius and James all shot looks clearly telling Remus that he deserved it.
"Now the four of you pay attention!" She yelled.
Peter looked at McGonagall, sighed and continued doodling on his parchment.
-.E.-
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