#peterpettigrxw

[maraudersoncrack1981]

NOT MOC GETTING DOUBLE @?

OKAY LETS DO THIS!!

☆ 1: Peter Pettigrew - Harry Potter

☆ 2: Crush - Cherrycrush

☆ 3: Noel - Ride the Cyclone

☆ 4: Kyle - South Park

☆ 5: Lance - Voltron Legendary Defenders

☆ 6: Heather D - Heathers

☆ 7: Tate - AHS

☆ 8: Wheeping Angel - Doctor Who

☆ 9: Foxy - Fnaf

☆ 10: Rosetta - Tinkerbelle

UM I DONT KNOW WHO TO TAG... @enbysiriusblack @my-castles-crumbling @jeguluslover100 @peterpettigrxw @marauders4evr @marlenemckinnonsrealwife IDK ANY OF THESE PEOPLE APART FROM THE FIRST TWO SO UM SORRY FOR THE PING AND IF IT ANNOYED YOU SORRYYYY

10 FANDOMS, 10 CHARACTERS

list ten favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people!

Love Momozono / Cure Peach (Precure)

Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

May (Pokemon)

Satsuki Kiryuin (Kill La Kill)

Elodie (OK KO)

Buttercup (The Powerpuff Girls)

Envy Adams (Scott Pilgrim)

Pinkie Pie (MLP)

Claire Francois (I'm in Love with the Villainess / I Favor the Villainess)

Princess Daisy (Super Mario)

Other than Love being number one, this list is not in order

@mockguffin @wallflower-koharu @vaugarde @moonscape @princess--bongwater @zukoromantic @malewifefirestar @minakosroom @route505 @red-rose-corner and anyone else who wants to participate! Those who've been tagged do not need to participate if they don't want to btw.

[dorkussm]

DATE: 12 March 2018, 12:36 A.M. LOCATION: Pie Testing & Snowball Fights. Gravesend, England. CLOSED W/: @peterpettigrxw

Half past twelve. Pie Testing & Snowball Fights. It’s a diner in Gravesend. Between the red and yellow buildings on Brewhouse Yard. Burn this when you’re finished reading. Don’t splinch yourself.  -d

The note she’d slipped into Peter’s pockets was quick and easy, charmed with a spell that burned it a half hour after the receiver had read it -- just for good measure. Something she wished was capable when it came to her online activity even though she was well aware that on the internet, everything was written in ink not pencil. There was no erasing once it had been put out there, no taking back. The invitation was something she felt she had to do, how else could she control the situation & questions that had started to arise when she saw Peter in the same room as her, in an Order meeting. She’d known him for years, but she didn’t know this. 

Besides, she needed to know who she was actually dealing with as Peter would’ve eventually brought up them being at the same time & same place, right? On his terms, not hers. As far as Dorcas was concerned, she didn’t actually know the person she was dealing with or knew who they really were. Was his personality an act? Wasn’t he close friends with Lily, James, Remus, and Sirius? She was determined to understand, to learn, because she had enough uncontrolled variables in her life.

How much else Dumbledore was keeping from her? She’d never know and it angered her. He saw all of them as puppets on his string, as pieces to be played on a chessboard, as things & weapons to win this war as opposed to human beings and it sickened her. Dorcas wanted to regain some control. She needed to seek out answers for herself, she needed to know and know more than what Dumbledore decided what and what not to tell her. 

Ordering a plate of chips to start, she scrolled through Atlas’ instagram, his following more impressive everyday. Her eyes wandered to the door, the counter top, back to the menu as she started to look for something more to eat. 

[nb-narcissablack-blog]

ヅ

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

Narcissa Malfoy was not a woman who got into trouble. Even as a young girl, she had always been careful to toe the line. She had spent her life perfecting and maintaining her image. It was easier to sail through with people thinking that she was a simple, beautiful, fragile creature that needed to be protected. Narcissa prided herself, however, on being a fist of steel underneath a silken kid glove. She was strong, and capable, but beautiful and elegant at the same time. And no one knew. 

Well, they knew now. 

Narcissa had been sent to meet with Peter Pettigrew. As someone who was officially unaffiliated, her doing so would draw the least amount of suspicion if they were seen together, even momentarily. Narcissa had not intended to tarry in the young man’s company. She knew he was useful to the Dark Lord, but she found him distasteful all the same. Perhaps if he had seemed to be committed to the Dark Lord’s cause, or any beliefs at all, she would feel differently. But really, he just seemed scared. She could sympathize, but up to a point. 

It was bad luck really that someone had chosen that day and that time to try to steal Narcissa’s purse. She had been caught by surprise, too focused on making her way towards Peter to notice the individual getting too close in the already crowded street. When her purse had been grabbed, she cried out, eyes meeting Peter’s. There was a message for him from the Dark Lord inside, and it could not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands. 

What Narcissa got into trouble for was the hex she cast in public. It had caught the person square in the back. Peter had then jumped at the man, throwing a few punches before retrieving Narcissa’s purse and bringing it back to her. She and Peter had been brought in as a formality, and for questioning. 

When they were released, Narcissa made sure to smile and thank the members of the DMLE for their diligence and thoroughness. “Looks like you get to be hero for a day, Peter,” she said with a wry smile before moving off on her own way. Lucius would be waiting and she had to let him know what had happened before he heard about it from some other source. The gossips would be sure to make it sound worse than it had been. 

[burkv-blog]

✧ (give me an au i need it)

first time cuddling together;

“Are you just going to lie there?”

The words came out sharper than intended, Anastasia always managing to sound at least a little demanding.  They were in bed, lay side by side as they both tried to catch their breath.

As far as first times went  (or from what she’d heard),  it hadn’t been bad, but what was she supposed to do now?  Stay in comfortable silence?  Get up and find her clothes?  Sneaking a glance at Peter, he looked as confused as she felt.

“Sorry -”  he started to say, but she cut him off with a kiss, wanting to make up for her tone.  He didn’t protest, reaching out to draw her closer again.  Her hand found its way to his hair, brushing it back off his forehead and for a moment, she forgot about her over thinking.  Even when she pulled back, it was only press kisses to his jaw and neck, as if she couldn’t keep herself off of him.

“I’ve got a question.”  Her voice was softer this time, playful.  She felt Peter’s arms wrap around her, holding her as she came to rest on his chest.

“Sure,”  he said after a pause, and Anastasia smiled at the way he still sounded thrown by the whole situation.  “What is it?”

“Are you...”  she teased, taking her time,  “big spoon or little spoon?”

[amesbones]

do i even need to say anything??? like, i love writing with you SO much and i genuinely mean it when i say i want to write with you like again and again even outside of this rp. you're just such a lovely person and i love throwing headcanons around with you!!! i'm never letting u go ur stuck w/ me now

NO you didn’t need to say anything BC now I’m freaking out over this. You know I feel the exact same right? I love you from head to toe and plotting with you is one of my favourite things to do when I should be working or something equally boring. 

writing w/u 5ever

[rab-stan]

Imperio / 17th March 2018 / Closed for: @peterpettigrxw

Rab peered around at all the green decorations assorted about the club. Banners, streamers, balloons, fireworks, you name it. It definitely wasn’t his top choice when it came to going out, but thanks to last minute plans on St Patrick’s Day, everywhere else was at full capacity and he had ended up here with a few ‘friends’ from the lower ranks of the Death Eaters. He had Lucinda to thank for the entry. 

He stood leaning over the bar, searching up and down for Lucinda. She was nowhere to be seen and he imagined she was probably handing out shots to strangers who didn’t know how to keep their hands to themselves. Shaking the thought from his mind, he caught the eye of a barman and ordered a whiskey. 

Once he’d paid and received his drink, he looked over the complimentary green cocktail given to him disdainfully before sliding it across to the person on his right without giving them a proper glance. “ Hey, you want this, mate?! ” he attempted to shout over the music and camaraderie, nose wrinkling in distaste. “ I'm not that fond of drinks with... confetti in. ”

[theamosphere-blog1]

■

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Amos’ room is actually immaculate. Everything is neat and systematically organized, but framed posters line every wall (mostly Quidditch based or movie posters from home). There’s a complicated series of tubes and landings from the ceiling through the rooms and apartment for the ferret to frolick and travel. Amos spent weeks designing them.

Amos also lives in a spacious two bedroom apartment above a candy store. He often stocks up on candy. He is also often sick because of it.

[darknesscall-rp]

⦃ costumes. ⦄

People who chose to be paired up for a random interaction should follow the instructions below:

You have been randomly paired up by a team generator and you’ll have to plot an interaction between both your characters. This thread can have any format you wish: gif conversation, gif para, para, short pata, etc.

Each pairing will be assigned one ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE (AU) in which the chosen and plotted interaction will take place. Please note that said thread won’t have any consequences or affect the real timeline of the roleplay in any way. Time to put on some costumes and be creative! The sky is the limit! 

PAIRINGS UNDER THE CUT:

AUs LIST:

@smallerstrange / @sophiadarling : Band on Tour

@kilianollivander / @amosdiggoryx : Detectives/criminals

@sensiblemoony / @firewxrkprewett : Carnival/Circus

@lorcantonedeath / @mister-moody : CEO & Reporter 

@queenoficing / @joysofbertha : Coffee Shop

@dvlohovs / @narcissab : Neighbours 

@peterpettigrxw / @imshacklebolted : Pirates

@andromedablackism / @shetalksalot : Fairy Tale

@witbeyondlexie / @stefanowyns : Fake Dating 

@magnuslupus / @ohitslucius : Superheroes/Supervillains 

@coffeedisorder / @amesbones : Urban Fantasy 

@cxntrxlfreak / @asderanged : Asylum

@cxnstncerosier / @mary-macc : Haunted House 

@fenriirgreyback / @ludocrously : Supernatural 

[dc-warfare]

{ THE TERROR IN DIAGON }

Lord Voldemort doesn’t stop for nothing, not even for the one who’s making themselves call CORD. He gave the Death Eaters a very specific mission, and on this day, September 25th, such task has to be fulfilled. 

First, the trap was set. A little box containing a curse, and an irrelevant magic object inside - that was the bait. A curse breaker, specifically selected. Dedalus Diggle had enough contacts among the Aurors to let everyone know about the lonely Death Eater that broke into his office and threatened him. He was supposed to open the box and leave it at a certain place behind the Leaky Cauldron. A murdered sister, to make it look more real; such is the way terrorism works. The distraction was set. 

Second, the real mission. To infiltrate inside the Ministry and erase all records of new muggle borns born that year, so they would never know about the Wizarding World. 

Three groups. One inside the place, two outside. Divide and conquer, that is the philosophy the Death Eaters are sticking to today. This is only a battle, not the war. Who will win? Who will lose? Who will survive? Who will die?

(find what happened to your character under the cut. events are for the most part interconnected, so it’s recommendable to read all the text until the end even if your character isn’t tagged.) 

@yaxleyx you’re in charge of the second group, the one’s who’re supposed to intercept the Aurors that show up at the back of the Leaky Cauldron and guide them slowly to the front of the Ministry. The trap goes as planned, you manage to rule the battle for a while until you reach the Ministry and some more people start showing up. You assume they’re part of the Order of the Phoenix. Your group takes @flowerswakefield as a hostage. @ohitslucius, @evnroxier and @rcokwood you surround her and torture her multiple times. @thundrstorms and @countingbodieslikesheeps hold the front with Andrew, challenging whoever wants to rescue her. 

@diggleded, @coffeedisorder, @amesbones, @eddieboners, @vforoctavia are caught in battle with this group of Death Eaters. At first it feels like you’re losing, then you gain ground, and that’s when they decide to take Florence as a hostage. You immediately charge to rescue her. One of the masked people is especially fixated on you, Lily Evans. You don’t know it, but it’s Andrew Yaxley. He overpowers you eventually, shooting an unknown curse at you. You fall down, convulsing on the floor. Thorfinn Rowle, you take care of Dedalus Diggle in a particularly violent way. Gashes, burns - you lose yourself for a little bit there. Dedalus you fall, only to recover consciousness seconds later, feeling the blood running down your torso. Edgar, Amelia and Octavia manage to get to Florence and retrieve her unconscious body. Not without consequence. Lucius fires a curse towards you, Amelia. Octavia you see how your trainer embraces his little sister, taking the hit for her. He can barely stand before the Death Eaters vanish and make their retreat; but not before you get to strike one of them.

Lucius Malfoy, you get hit by Octavia’s cruse. Bleeding and weak, you crawl to @narcissab. Narcissa you don’t know who’s able to sneak into your room like that at this hour, with the many layers of security Black Manor has up. You find your future husband, bleeding on the floor, asking for help he never thought he would. 

@abouttonks you see this whole thing happening and rush to help, selfless as you are. Nothing could have prepared you for how vicious these people are, though. You get caught in the crossfire, hurt your leg pretty bad. @pandcrica and @lovexgood are hiding when they see this happen. Risking your own security you both go out an aid the man lying on the floor, rushing to St. Mungo’s.

@fenriirgreyback your task in charge of another group of Death Eaters is to cause general chaos and destruction going down Diagon Alley. You choose for your team, of course, the havoc makers. @cxrrxw-girl, @smallerstrange, @xcarrow, @sophiadarling, @verdantmeadow all go with you. You scatter, so you don’t find much of an opposition. Both Carrows witness as Sophia and Sabrina sneak towards Knockturn Alley, even though that place was supposed to be off limits according to your superiors’ orders. Sophia Wilkes and Sabrina Greengrass, you find your objective soon enough. The explosion at Borgin & Burke’s entrance and display will be reported later as part of the attack, or so you seem to think. 

@pxdfxot, @fairbornstar, @hextiajones, @peterpettigrxw, @icecream-headaches you try to chase down the scattered Death Eaters down the alley but soon enough you find yourselves at a loss. You retreat to the Ministry to help the others, only to find that the group has left. Lily Evans is still shaking violently on the floor, hit by an unknown curse. Sirius you pick her up, tears running down your face, and take her to St. Mungo’s immediately

@bonfireofthevcnities, @lorcantonedeath, @katrinawyns, @cxnstncerosier you find yourself in the middle of the alley when the chaos starts. Katrina steps up, managing to break into the shop were Emma works, and hiding everyone under the counter. No one gets severely hurt, except for a few scratches. Katrina Selwyn, being a hero leaves an acid taste in your mouth. Lorcan you choose to hide, but something insides you craves for the terror outside.

@firewxrkprewett and @frxckledprewett both of you are caught in a strange situation. Your father has come to St. Mungo’s to visit Fabian when the Patronus charm calling you both arrives. You tell him to stay, he follows after you anyway. Even if you don’t know it, Rabastan Lestrange hides behind the mask that fires the killing curse at him. His body falls like a puppet in between you two. You are petrified. 

The third and final group in charge of infiltrating is formed by @magnuslupus, @asderanged, @pennshingleton and @dvlohovs. They lock the record and documents’ office down, taking six employees as hostages. “Have fun with them, but don’t kill them, we’re taking them alive.”, Rodolphus Lestrage says. Bellatrix and Antonin you both look at each other silently planning on ignoring the command. Penelope you’re frightened. This is the most important task of all, and you need to make a good impression. The destruction begins, but things go out of hand. One of the employee rebels, and you  - the eldest Lestrange - snap and lose control. Penelope you hear Rodolphus approaching you. “Torture him”, he says. “Focus your anger, he’s going to ruin this if he keeps talking, show him who is the boss here. Make him suffer.” And you do, oh how you do it. And this is a sign for everyone else. Play time for you Antonin, who have been itching for this and for you Bellatrix, who look at your husband with satisfaction as you both start ending the lives of these soon to be corpses, one by one. 

By the time @mister-moody, @jamesprongster, @imbeingfrank, @queenoficing arrive there, the hostages are completely blasted and you all force the Death Eaters to escape. Part of the Muggle Born records can be saved, but most of them burn in the ground. You return to the rest of your people, counting your loses and your winnings. 

@andromedablackism, @theflowxrqueen, @mary-macc you are in St. Mungo’s and are left with the consequences of the attack. Andromeda you see two people helping Ted in, and your cousin comes to you as well, carrying Lily Evans along with Marlene McKinnon, Emmeline Vance and Peter Pettigrew. Daisy you see Edgar Bones, barely standing, brought by Octavia and Amelia. Mary you see the Prewett twins, devastated, carrying the body of their father. You three see tons and tons of wounded people caught in the middle of the attack, some of them without possibility of salvation. And you wonder, is this all worth it?

[marlene-maybe-blog]

📱 (for some reason i feel like i sent this already but so be it)

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

{Marlene}: say hi to harry for me, but like, secretly so james and lily dont hear obvs. but make sure you do it ill know if you dont.{Marlene}: petr help im so durnkcome ge t me{Marlene}: if u dont pik me up imma fuk th is dude namd shad{Marlene}: HIS NAM E IS SHAD PTR I CAN T DO THISS{Marlene}: update im less drunk and shad was a cool dude. dick was 5/10 but weed was 10/10

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

{Marlene}: come back over i cant sleep alone.{Marlene}: i saw james today. i cant do this anymore i dont know why im doing this to myself.{Marlene}: why do you look at bread more than you look at me?????{Marlene}: i think im scared.{Marlene}: youre the only person i have left. 

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

What my muse saved your number as?

Pettiwho???

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

Back In Time 

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

How many times my muse has called yours this week?

Around 15-30 because Marlene literally has nothing else to do except talk to Peter and Ted and Ted is busy with his family so…

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

The only calls she misses from Peter are the ones she’s too drunk to answer, so like 3 a week.

[burkv-blog]

peter and ana marriage aus (why not?)

( 1. )  Anastasia hadn’t considered the idea of marrying for love.  When she was hit with it, she’d been utterly thrown.  Despite Peter down on one knee, already a nervous wreck, she demanded a few days to think it over.  A full week passed without a word to the poor man before she was on his doorstep, finally ready to accept.  It would take the time up until the wedding to get her head around the fact that this wasn’t some arranged marriage, and that they would have to plan it themselves, no overbearing pureblood parents there to swoop in and take over.

( 2. )  There were doubts from both Peter and Anastasia’s loved ones.  Did he know what he was getting into?  Had she lost her mind?  She was a member of the Sacred Twenty Eight, and he was a far cry from the men her parents expected her to bring home.  It would mean a backlash, cut ties and a loss of inheritance.  But, for better or worse, they both decided it’d be worth it.

( 3. )  The wedding was a small one.  Quaint, even.  Not the extravagant affair Anastasia had always envisioned, but the key elements were there.  A beautiful dress, her father giving her away and Lorcan insisting upon singing at the reception.  Not that she didn’t try to talk him out of it.  It was far from the perfect ceremony  -  Peter cried, despite promising he wouldn’t, and stepped on her foot during the first dance.  Anastasia teased him for it all night, despite promising she wouldn’t, and drank far too much.  Still, a framed photograph of the day sits pride of place on their mantelpiece.  

( 4. )  Even before they were married, it was clear Anastasia wore the pants in their relationship.  For them, it worked in its own dysfunctional way.  No matter what Peter might argue, it was generally accepted that his wife knew best.  Be it over what to eat for dinner, who was going to be the little spoon, or just that that shirt he’d pick did not suit him, Ana tended to be something of a steamroller.  She tried to learn some subtly for the sake of his pride, but her remarks always ended up along the lines of ‘Peter, no.’

( 5. )  Anastasia might’ve not married a purist or a Death Eater, but she hadn’t escaped the war as much as she’d hoped.  She made no secret of her disapproval over Peter’s part in the Order, but the night he told her the full extent of his involvement, she held him and promised she’d think of a way out.  Their life together was more important than either side.  He was more important.  But, then the Potters were murdered, and things spiralled.  Sirius knew the truth, and it almost made sense for him to go after Peter the way he did.  For a full forty eight hours, Ana believed her husband was dead.  Then suddenly, in the middle of the night, he was stood in their living room.  There was barely time to explain anything;  they packed their bags and ran.

[amesbones]

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised

Tonight was supposed to be a fun night. A fun night with friends. Until she couldn’t keep her mouth shut and that was always the way. She went outside for air to stop herself getting too drunk when some assholes started harassing her. She harassed them back and ended up starting a fight. Three to one. Amelia was very skilled when it came to hexes and in between the Auror training and Order of the Phoenix she was getting better at it, but sometimes you’ve just got to punch someone in the fucking face.

She wasn’t quite sure what happened after that, but now she was propping herself against the wall before even attempting to stand up.

“Amelia!” Shit, because she really needed an audience right now. She rolled her eyes in the direction of the noise and saw Peter running over. Had even been out with them that night? He was the worst possible person to find her fucked up like this.

“Amelia, we’ve been looking for you and…. Oh, your face, have you seen it? Are you okay? You’re not okay, are-?”

“Fucking calm down, you prat, I’m fine.” She snorted, but something in his expression alarmed her. Sure, Peter freaked out at stuff, but his concern in this situation was unnerving.

She followed his gaze to her lips with her hand, lightly touching them to make it hurt. She moved her hand away to watch the blood smudge on her fingers. It was a confirmation to her that the pain was real.

Her heart thudded with the sudden fear that she could experience this again or see it happening to others as the unsettling level of violence was beginning to strike out in the Wizarding world. Lifting her eyes from her hand to his own anxiety-filled eyes, she finally knew how he must be feeling, because she felt that too.

Heavy breaths left through her mouth as she fell against him. They stayed in a moment of limbo, her waiting desperately for him to give her some emotional relief and him probably still waiting for her to confirm that it was okay for him to do that, but deep down he knew he didn’t need a bigger sign than that; his arms finally wrapped around her, allowing her to relax once more.

[confessions-dc]

#12

From: anonymous To: @peterpettigrxw

“ Fox plays Peter so amazingly, every time I see him on the dash I'm honestly so excited to read his threads. ”

[mssrmoony-blog1]

november moon // @ marauders

The sky was knotted up in cloudy gray, wisps of night blowing in like a sail raised up over the horizon. These days, darkness fell hard and fast after the sun went down, and so early too. It was a particular annoyance of Remus’s, who otherwise enjoyed everything there was about the dwindling descent into autumn: crisp air and falling leaves, the nightly chill a perfect excuse to layer obscenely for warmth. With nightfall so early in the evening, everything felt closer. Moons were harsher, and took it out of him long before the sun was halfway through the sky in later months. 

Tonight was no different; a routine November moon. Gone four, the sky was just as dusky as the common room got when one was wrapped up in a good book and looked up after hours to find that the world outside had gone dark around them, with only the glowing embers of the fire for scant light. 

‘You’ll ruin your eyes, reading in the dark like that.’ was a comment he’d got on more than one occasion. As a precaution, he’d started summoning bluebell flames and keeping them in a jar beside him on the table as he read. 

If only he could spend the night in the common room, curled in the squishy armchair by the fire with a teacup suspended in its saucer within arms reach and a promising read in his lap. Instead of out there, under the moon and out of his mind, in the forest where, not a month before, a girl had been found dead without cause.

He paced back and forth in the corridor, waiting just off the main hall for the cloak-covered forms of his friends. His hands kept twisting themselves into his hair, no matter how many times he forced them down, until finally he gave up tugging and stuffed them deep into his pockets with a muted growl of irritation. 

Somewhere outside, the moon rose slowly. He could feel the pull, like an itch under his skin, drawing him to the door. Rationally, he wanted nothing to do with the grounds right now, least of all the forest. He’d transform in the shack as he always had, of course, but inevitably the wolf would want to roam. 

Something in Remus’s stomach keeled and flipped. For the first time since fifth year, he wanted nothing more than to lock himself away and go to war with himself alone. To be out on the grounds tonight could be...dangerous. In a way it hadn’t been since that fateful day in fifth year. 

Normally the forest was safe. And what a laugh that was, calling the Forbidden Forest safe. But they’d never had to worry about people before. The rumors around the Shack (and the screaming) had done more than enough to keep away curious thrill-seekers, and no one came into the Forest on their own. Usually.

But what was usually? What if it happened again? The sleepwalkers hadn’t been out of bed since the tragedy, but who was to say it wouldn’t happen again, tonight? What if it had? His mates were only safe around him because they weren’t��human. If some poor kid wandered into the Forest, asleep and unaware, while he was out of his mind and itching to hunt --- 

If Lily...

Remus shut his eyes. His fingers curled into fists in his pockets.

Finally --- footsteps on the flagstones. Remus took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. Worrying would have to wait. It was time. 

[fervidus-marlene-blog]

“I have to leave”

“No, no!” Marlene argued back, grabbing Peter’s arm before he could turn around. She hated this. Hated this stupid war, those stupid Death Eaters for forcing them back into a corner, for breaking so many people apart. He couldn’t leave. Everyone else had left. Benjy was found in pieces, she hadn’t heard from Remus in ages, Lily and Alice were rightfully protecting their families. Everyone was gone. He was all she had left. But of course, he was trying to walk away too. 

She didn’t want to know how she looked. Stuck in a dingy little hotel room she practically lived out of now, half empty bottles were strewn around the room, speaking for themselves of lonely nights spent trying to forget. This war was getting to her more than she wanted anyone to know; more than she would ever admit, even to herself. “Please.” The word was spoken softly and her fingers loosened their hold around Peter’s wrist. 

“Just..just stay. Please. Just for tonight. Just stay with me tonight.” It was almost painful how desperate she sounded. She probably looked the part as well. The last time she slept was the night before she heard the news. He was found in pieces. And Marlene was terrified of what that meant for her. Death had always been a foreign concept, as had a lot of things. Marlene McKinnon lived a life where she was nearly invincible, immune to any consequence or fear. 

But growing up wasn’t so easy, especially as she watched everyone slip through her fingers. Sure, there was still contact. She couldn’t blame them for living their lives, or hiding from the war, or dropping contact because theey were fighting. However, that didn’t mean she didn’t get lonely, didn’t fear every day she’d get a letter about Lily or Sirius or Frank. “Just for tonight, Peter. You can afford to stay that long.”

All it took was a frown and Marlene knew what her answer was. “I’m sorry, Marlene. I have to go.” And just like that Marlene could mark off one more person who had turned their back to her. Watching Peter leave, she wanted to scream, to punch something or someone, to curse him for walking away from her. Instead, she found herself on the ground her back against the hotel’s bed frame, biting on her tongue to stop any tears from falls as she stared at the stained door as it closed behind him. 

[dc-warfare]

{ THE FINDING OF AZAHLIA ZABINI }

A very specifically placed note was found by @mr-alastor-moody on the 11th of September. It was a Sunday morning, he was working on a weekend again. Ten days had happened since the murder of Dirk Cresswell and a week since the church attack. The little piece of parchment only had a location written, and under the few words, a signature in big calligraphic red inked letters. CORD. 

ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

You are the first ones to get to the place, alerted by Alastor Moody himself. There’s a small team assigned to the task and they’re all asked to lay low. @coffeedisorder, @firewxrkprewett, @imbeingfrank, @frxckledprewett & @pxdfxot. @fairbornstar, @peterpettigrxw, @icecream-headaches, @ofstagisms, @rxmusjxhn, @auroralice & @amesbones are ordered to stay in the headquarters, ready to leave immediately in case the situation gets complicated. @shackleblog & @flowerswakefield are instructed to appear afterwards with the Aurors team. 

The place written on the note was no more and no less than the burnt down church. In the centre of the main altar, you all see what you feared the most. There’s a body, a female corpse belonging to Azahlia Zabini. It isn’t difficult to find out that she has been dead for over a day now. On her body there’s something carved and already cauterised. The skin is deeply burned, gushed and scarred, but the single word stands out among the gruesome and awful display. RETALIATION.

NEUTRALS

Those of you who work at the Ministry are alerted first. The Aurors and members of Law Enforcement get to the place where they find the crime scene. Inhabitants of Hogsmeade or people who were spending the day there, will be most likely the firsts to find out and maybe see something of the crime scene. The others will have to ask around or read about what happened in the news. The Zabini family was immediately informed of the event; so pureblood houses in contact with them can also have details about the finding. 

DEATH EATERS

CORD purposely played you, you are sure of that. Those of you who are members of Law Enforcement know about the fact that the mysterious killer let Alastor Moody know first of all. It’s impossible for you to search the crime scene or the body without alarming the massive amount of Aurors, healers, press and people in general; so the only solution is to retreat and regroup.  For now, the safest bet is for someone in Law Enforcement to ask St. Mungo’s for private access to the body. Nonetheless, every move has to be consulted with the Dark Lord, whose only demand for now is to find out whether Azahlia Zabini was tortured before her death. There’s a strong risk of exposure, and the situation is getting more and more intense.