PETTIGREW, PETER

[peterpettigrew]

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Name: Peter Matthew Pettigrew.
Alias: Wormtail or Wormy, by the marauders only. Pete and Petey, by others.
Age: 16
Birthday: February 13th, 1960.
Gender: “Who in their right mind would name a girl Peter?”
Blood: Half - mother was muggleborn, father was Pure.
Sexual Preference: Hetero.
Pet: Genevieve, Spectacled Owl. “… Does Sirius count as a pet? I always wanted a dog.”
Special Ability: Animagus

Year: Six
House: Gryffindor

Best Subject: Transfiguration.
Worst Subject: Divination.
Quidditch: No.
Patronus: Peter’s patronus takes the form of a rat - or, he thinks it would, if he was capable of actually casting one, yet.

Hair: Peter’s hair is a light brown or blonde, depending on who you ask. It is thin, but hard to manage. Peter has a very hard time getting it to lie flat. He prefers it short, though lets it grow out over the school year in an effort to look ‘cool,’ though his father constantly ribs him about it.
Eyes: Gray, beady, mousy eyes.
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 140 - 150 lbs on average.

Peter is incredibly impressionable. It was only recently that he realized that he really does tend to take up the habits and quirks of people he looks up to. James and Sirius are both prime examples. Peter had a phase where he’d push his hair back by running a hand through it, like James does. He came to the realization that his hair is more likely to stand on end than to look windblown - and so, dropped that particular habit nearly immediately. If a person has a way with words, Peter is easy to manipulate and string along. On that same line of reason, if Peter likes you, he’ll do just about anything for you. Especially if you happen to be James Potter or Sirius Black. He can play innocent like a pro - this is mostly because professors like him, or at least favor him to the other Marauders.

Peter was never the independent type. This is in large part, thanks to his mother. He was always handed everything he needed, and, as an only child, he never really had to fight for much. Peter is, as a result, fairly needy. He rarely goes out on his own to get things done, and he needs reassurance, or compliments, to be happy. He is, in fact, terribly insecure, however, desperate times call for desperate measures, and he can be resourceful when the situation calls for it.

Peter actually cares a lot about how he comes off to others. He’s not one to care so much for whether people like him, because really, in long run, he couldn’t care less about that. He does, however, worry often about what his fellow Marauders think of him. One of his greatest fears is abandonment by any one of them. Being cut out of their friendship is a constant worry for him, because he’s got no one else to go to, in that event. Part of him has always wondered why they keep him around, why they bother with his friendship when he doesn’t really bring anything to the table. He does feel like a bit of a tag-along, sometimes. Because sometimes he’s not sure about their thoughts on him, he gets hesitant, and will, sometimes, refrain from speaking his mind, for this reason.

Peter likes he think he’s rather lovable. Whether others see him this way is debatable, of course, but Peter doesn’t understand a person’s reasoning for disliking him. While he may be a bit on the timid, or hesitant side, he is friendly, patient, and a good shoulder to lean on. He is, as a typical Gryffindor, he figures, a little bit lazy. He’s happy to spend a day kicked back on a sofa in the Gryffindor common room, and he’s never one to over-react. He’s a relaxed person, if only a little bit shy. More than anything, Peter hates being overlooked and underestimated. It is, unfortunately, something he has become accustomed to. People don’t look at him like they look at James and Sirius, at least, and he is incredibly bitter about it.

Peter used to be incredibly shy. His first and second years at Hogwarts, he was shy, he was hesitant, he was awkward and bumbling. This hasn’t completely gone away, and he will always be a little timid. He thinks James and Sirius are starting to rub off on him, and this is absolutely true. The more time he spends around them, the more confident he seems to be getting. Third year was when he started, you coming out of his shell more. He still bumbles about, but he is improving. He is at the point where he can handle confrontations without royally screwing himself over.

Peter was born on February 13, 1960, to two magical parents. When he has a birthday that’s on a Friday, it’s like an event, being Friday the thirteenth. His mother was muggleborn, and his father goes on frequently about being pureblood. Mum used to tell Peter that she was at least half, but he was never sure if he believed her. Then, his dad always said she’s muggle and Peter was always more inclined to believe him. She was a young mother, only twenty when she gave birth to Peter, though his father was nearing thirty-three.

Peter’s mother was born to be a mother. She threw herself into motherhood with reckless abandon, like Peter was genuinely the only thing that mattered to her. She rarely took her eyes off of Peter. He was not allowed to even play in their front yard without her sitting out on the front porch, supervising. She Tried desperately for another child for years after Peter was born.

Peter, as a child, in one word, was, timid.

Even as a toddler, he was know to hide behind the hem of his mother’s dress in company. He rarely spoke to people. His parents got the happy, talkative Peter, but any stranger, anyone outside of the family, got a quiet, reserved version. He didn’t have friends, as a child, nor did he have friendly acquaintances. He didn’t interact well with people, least of all children his own age. It wasn’t entirely her fault, though her coddling certainly hadn’t helped matters.

Peter’s grandmother was an ever-present element in his childhood. When his mum was busy, or had things to be doing, however rare this was, he was placed in the care of Patricia Pettigrew, his grandmother or his father’s side. His grandmother could get him to open up and have fun in even the worst of circumstances. She got Peter to interact with neighborhood children. He was about six at the time, when her efforts failed miserably. Peter was a heftier kid, with a stutter, a hesitant attitude, and, he was always the first to run off and fetch an adult. Facing facts - Peter was an easy target, and the children of the neighborhood tended to exploit this. He understands, now, why he was targeted like he was, but, at the time, it hurt.

When Peter was seven, his mother got pregnant again. He was excited to have a sibling to look after, and at the possibility that his mum might spread her attentions, because, at this point, he was getting tired of the constant meddling, and there were times where he wanted to be left alone. The eight months following the news went by extremely quickly. Peter marveled at the work that went into a child that wasn’t even there yet, the things his mother insisted had to be done. He had been, at the time, perhaps a little bit jealous. During the summer when he was eight, she went into labor, and his grandmother stayed with him while his father rushed her off to St. Mungo’s.

His father came back in the middle of the night. Peter and his Grandmother were still up, anticipating news of the new baby, which was expected to be a girl. The two of them were playing a card game in the kitchen, when he came in, looking grim. He broke the news as gently as he could - they had saved Peter’s mother, but they lost the baby, and she would never be able to conceive again. He tried to be calm about it, told them they ought to go to bed, and then went back to Mungo’s, to be with his wife.

His mum changed dramatically after that. She still loved Peter dearly, of course, but she lost her interest in his well-being. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with Peter for about two months after the news hit her. Though Peter would never admit it, this time in his life definitely changed him for the better. Without her constantly there, Peter was left in the care of his Grandmother more often than not while his father worked. She, more or less, forced Peter to go out and socialize, though he was content to spend his days indoors, with his nose in a book. Peter thinks even she tired of having him around, at times.

The neighborhood children tired of him quickly, which was hardly a surprise to him.

It did, however, give his more of a desire to be independent. Peter became more inclined to stick up for himself, to throw a punch when he needed to. It, honestly, shaped him. He wouldn’t have turned out the same had his mother never fallen into that depression. When she finally did pull out of it, she was still less impressed with Peter, but he was at the point where he really didn’t mind it either way. She, instead, fell into new hobbies to keep her busy, especially considering that Peter would be headed off to Hogwarts in a few short years. She decided that she wanted to be a potioneer, or an arithmancer, or a seer… none of which she was actually capable of. She always encouraged Peter to become involved in the things that interested her at the time.

Peter met the Marauders in first year. He was still, at that point, a bit of a bumbling moron with no social skills whatsoever. He was painfully shy. He still, to this day, does not understand why they included him in their little group, but for some reason, Sirius and James took a liking to him - it was something he was grateful for. The four boys were sorted into Gryffindor, which almost solidified any possible friendship. Peter definitely looked up to Sirius and James, and he was fond of Remus, too, but he idolized James and Sirius.

He liked them all. There was no reason not to like them. They were nice to him. They ignored his sometimes awkward, or dark humor. Peter felt included and liked for the first time in his life, and he loved the feeling. James, in particular, became a role-model of sorts.

They began to notice something about Remus. They were in second year when they come to a definite conclusion. He was, in fact, a werewolf. Peter didn’t know how to handle this information. It frightened him, at first. The possibilities went through his head, and at first, he was reluctant to remain friends with him, but James and Sirius’ nonchalance toward the matter was what did it for him.

So, they began their little adventure. They did a lot of research on werewolves in private. They wanted nothing more than to make him feel better about his problem, and they were determined.

Fourth year. James and Sirius have this idea.

It’s illegal.

It’s dangerous.

It’s a piece of Magic most adults never master in their lifetime.

Naturally, Peter is all for it. He’s matured. He’s a little full of himself. He was getting top marks in Transfiguration. Along with the other Marauders. He had faith in himself. Where there’s a will, there’s a way, and they tried, and they succeeded. Peter took some abuse for his animagus being a rat, but in the end, it didn’t matter, much. It meant he was useful, as he was the one who’s small size allowed them to even get close to the willow.

The next years went without hitch. Peter is getting by, he pulls decent grades, and he has friends by his side. Things couldn’t honestly be better for him, at least for the moment.

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Signed: Erin