Great Aunt Nora

The sounds of wings flapping emitted from the open window as many different owls swooped in, throwing letters and parcels around. Peter had just poured in some milk for his cereal when a tawny owl dropped down a small box, landing in his breakfast. Wiping away milk from his eyes and face, Peter took out the soggy box and placed it in front of him.

"Who's it from, Wormtail?" asked Remus curiously.

"It's from my Great Aunt Nora … " said Peter, shuddering slightly. His Great Aunt didn't like him very much since Peter was sorted into Gryffindor and not Hufflepuff like the rest of his family. But Peter was glad he wasn't placed in that house. He wouldn't have gotten to meet his best friends if he was.

Peter tensed slightly as he ripped open the box. He hoped it wasn't pigeons like the last time. Peter still hadn't gotten the rips out from his clothes.

Discarding the wrapping paper, Peter made a high pitched sort of noise once his eyes landed on the gift:

Inside the box was a bright pink sweater decorated with purple flowers.

Sirius laughed out loud once he saw the present. "You better burn that, mate. Just associating with you if you got that thing will make me look like a pansy."

"We don't need a jumper to prove you're a pansy, Pads."

"Shut up!"

"The jumper will bring out the disturbance in your eyes, Pete." James said. "Rebecca Matthews might have second thoughts, don't you think?"

"She's so ten minutes ago," muttered Peter as he picked up the jumper, "I like the colour. It's so … chic."

"What?" Remus choked on his muffin. "How can you say that? Anyone with eyes can see that it's not for a boy like you. It's for little girls!"

But Peter wasn't listening. He took off the jumper he was wearing and hurriedly swapped on the pink one.

"Take it off," moaned Sirius, holding his face in his hands. "We can't be seen with you if you wear that thing!"

"Whatever," Peter said dismissively, adjusting the sleeves. He picked up a spoon from the table and glanced at his reflection. "I like the colour … French Rose, I think it is."

"We've lost him, guys." James said, shaking his head at the poor display in front of him. "We've lost Peter!"

"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll come back to us," They watched Peter count how many flowers there were on his jumper, starting over a couple times because he lost his place. "Some day … "

Weeks past and Peter had gotten worse. He never took off the jumper and some even speculated that he showered with it on. Peter had also started to hang out with some first year girls and they were always seen hanging out at the corner of the common room, laughing aimlessly.

One night during dinner, Peter and his group of friends were minding their own business, discussing if violet could be considered purple when a second year with blonde pigtails stormed over.

The Marauders, who were sitting close to them, could see that the girl was Lizzie Pettigrew, Peter's younger sister.

"Just what do you think you're doing, Peter?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. She held something in one hand.

"Huh?"

"Great Aunt Nora accidentally switched our gifts. That jumper is mine, not yours." Showing him the letter, Lucy waited patiently until he finished reading it before holding a hand out.

Peter groaned. She was right. Taking the jumper off slowly, Peter halfheartedly tossed it to his sister.

"Yay, more laundry," she said faux cheerfully and rolling her eyes. "Here's another letter from Great Aunt Nora. She told me to tell you to read it now." She walked away, holding the jumper two feet in front of her.

"Listen, Pete," A first year with bright blue braces started off, edging away. "You were fun and all, but we can't hang out with you now that you don't own the jumper. So, um, bye?" The girls scurried off.

"Don't worry, Wormtail," said James, having watched the whole exchange. "Who needs brats like them? You'll always have us."

"Thanks, guys," said Peter happily. He took a seat next to Remus. "Let's see what my Great Aunt has to criticize about me this time … "

Dear kid,

The switch wasn't accidental. I laced Girlish Behaviour powder on the box and jumper.

I wanted to make you look like a fool in front of your friends (if you have any).

I hate you,

Great Aunt Nora

P.S. This was for not being in Hufflepuff, punk.

"Wow." Sirius whistled admirably after a few minutes of shell-shocked silence. "She must be a hit at parties, huh?"

A/N: Does anyone else have relatives this mean or is it just Pete? Mwhaha :))

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