"Pete, can you throw this is in the bin for me?" Asked James, passing Peter Pettigrew a scrunched up piece of parchment on the account of James being too lazy to walk five paces.
"I've got it!" Peter cheered, taking the paper into his podgy hands before he muttered "Incendio", successfully igniting it.
"You're quite proud that you can do that spell, aren't you Wormtail?" Sirius asked.
"Yup!"
"You've become a bit of a pyromaniac…" Remus said darkly.
"Remus!" Exclaimed Sirius defensively. "Peter, dear sweet audacious Peter, is not a pyromaniac. He is, in fact, merely a pyro-enthusiast."
There was a long silence.
"What does audacious mean?" Whispered Peter.
Remember that one time I said that I was moving out? Well, I've started to do that.
Peter, you have no audacity.