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he arrowed his eyes watching edgar browse through his phone for pictures of himself. peter wasn’t that knowledgeable in apps. let alone one for dating. that was something he had no knowledge in. “h...h..have you tried that?” his brow arched as he questioned. even though that may have been some sort of joke. he sighed softly.

“nobody said you had to use that.” peter offered. “i’m s...s...sure you could walk up to anyone and sweep them off their feet.” he shrugged, with a small smile tugging on his lips. “you’ll go out on dates. or you know.” peter paused, rocking on his heels nervously. “y...y..you could do you what.”

“What’s all of this?” Noah asked with furrowed brows as he looked at his phone. His lips were pursed, and his eyes focused on the screen of his phone. “I mean.. I’ve used some apps before, my dad is a muggle for Merlin’s sake, but only the ones my dad showed me. Like, he told me I wouldn’t need to use Tinder because I can just use my wand to spark a flame..”  Edgar skimmed through the photos on his phone in order to find a decent enough picture of himself to make as his profile image, still finding it a bit strange that he was even setting up a profile to begin with. The description in the app store mentioned it was for dating, and well… the Hufflepuff didn’t even know where to start. 

“Why do I have to use this app? What the hell are the benefits?”

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one of the best things about having phones was audiobooks. peter didn’t realize how much he enjoyed never having to open any of his textbooks. also, he could be doing two things at once. his care of magical text book filled his airpods, while he was on the quidditch pitch. this year was going to be his year, peter thought. all he wanted to do was be on the quidditch team. 

as he through the air, something caught his eye. instead of keeping his balance, peter went tumbling to the ground. glancing around the pitch thinking he was alone saw someone witness the fall. “you didn’t see anything.” peter called.

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the thought crossed his mind, and his lips curved into a small smile. it would be a lie if peter didn’t think it was funny. could their professors even figure out what those abbreviations mean. “alright, lily. y..you got a point.” peter admitted. “if you had to g..g..guess which professor do you think would figure it out first?” his head cocked to the side as he asked.

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a small chuckle escaped his lips, as he nodded. “fair.” peter wasn’t going to debate something they could easily come to an agreement to. the thoughts running though his mind weren’t that important. it wasn’t like he was plotting his revenge, just the thoughts of technology. “not important at all. j...j..j..just taking in the technology usage going on. i’ve never seen so many people in one room not even talking at all.” peter laughed. “w..w..weird isn’t it?”

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peter hated how long the sorting hat ceremony was. every now and then he’d hear a name being called and cheer as they were sorted. though he found it hard to pay attention. one reason being there were so many students in the first year. doing it for seven years, by now peter thought he’d be used to it. but no, each year the classes seem bigger and bigger. and two, peter just wanted to eat. when he was hungry, he was not someone to mess with. 

this year his attention started turning to the buzzing phone in his pocket. he glanced down at the phone in his lap. a grin getting larger by the second. who ever was living tweeting the ceremony really knew how to make it fly by. 

“this is the most entertaining thing i’ve ever w..w..witnessed.”

septima would’ve liked to say that she paid attention to the sorting ceremony as it took place. she did applaud, somewhat distractedly, as students were welcomed to the ravenclaw house. at the same time she seemed unable to take her eyes off of her phone as the twitter notifications kept buzzing in her lap whenever she put it down.

it shouldn’t really come as a surprise that someone had decided to live tweet the ceremony, but it was most distracting. the dark haired witch was quite sure professor dumbledore at least knew that she wasn’t paying attention when she caught him watching her knowingly as she looked down at her phone with a giggle.

turning around to face one of her nearby peers septima showed them her phone, “hey, have you seen someone’s live tweeting this whole thing? isn’t this absolutely amazing?”

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peter was in pure awe from the sorting hat. he did expect the tone of the sorting hat to have a small glimmer of hope. even in times of darkness, their could be a small sliver of hope. but no, all the sorting hat did was warn them of the impending danger that was on its way. 

putting some of his favorites on his plate, he glanced up at lily. “it did.” he agreed with a nod. “w...w...w..well at least that didn’t happen.” peter could only imagine if the sorting hat said whatever muggle abbreviations were in style. that was not something he wanted to hear at all. 

the sigh that passed lily’s lips almost sounded relieved as she looked around the gryffindor table. sometimes the young witch couldn’t help but feel that she almost lead a double life, one where she was being forced to go with her mother and sister to look for petunia’s perfect wedding dress and one where war loomed over their heads. though lily still wasn’t sure if she was more afraid of petunia in wedding mode or the dark lord and his band of thugs.

loading food onto her plate lily glanced around, “any thoughts about this year’s song from the hat? it seemed a bit gloomier than usual don’t you think? i was almost expecting a few abbreviations thrown i now that we’ve got cell service around here.”

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muggle technology was defiantly not something he’d see in the castle. but low and behold the day had come. the technology was now welcome. peter on the other hand could care less. where he grew up, they didn’t have any of that. and he lived a much better life without it. watching less chatter among peers, and the clicking of fingers on the phone screen. peter was certain he was not missing out on anything. deep in thought he felt himself collide with anything. his face flushed red, as he was a little clumsy. “s...s...s..sorry.” he replied. “it was my fault.”

                    it was a strange sight to be seen, the castle halls filled with kids who were very obviously ecstatic about the ability to use technology. hestia couldn’t blame them, under normal circumstances, she too would have been excited about the prospect. right now, however, she was more concerned about settling back into her dorm, and trying to figure out what she was going to do with herself in the oncoming days. however, her thoughts were quickly interrupted as she collided with another student.

                    ❛ ah, shit ! my mind was… well, elsewhere. sorry about that. ❜

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hey everyone! i’m ashley or ash, which ever you’d like really. and intros are the worst. i never know what to say, or how to introduce myself to a group of people. i am very excited to be part of this group. please plot with me and i’ll love you forever.

trigger warning: death, bullying,

[ justice smith. seventeen. he/him. ] PETER PETTIGREW has stepped through the barrier to platform 9 ¾. the SEVENTH year GRYFFINDOR student is most looking forward to CAUSING A LOT OF MISCHIEF. their peers describe HIM as LOYAL & CORRUPT, and has dubbed HIM as the DOUBLE CROSS. PETER feels NERVOUS about the war raging outside of hogwarts plans to JOIN THE DEATH EATERS when the year is up.

the story of my life

Mr. and Mrs. Pettigrew were put in an arranged marriage from a very young age. The reason for that is because they brought much disgrace to their family names. They were both squibs. Coming from well known families people started looking down on the Perrigrew’s. As well as his mothers parents. His grandparents suggested this marriage to have hopes that maybe just maybe they’d have a magical child together.

Peter Pettigrew was born on September 1st, 2001. He was the first born and only child of Mr. and Mrs. Pettigrew. While both of his parents wanted more children together, they didn’t want to bring any more shame to anyone. Peter was their one and only. His parents brought him up in a small village in England. Many wizarding families lived around them, including his grandparents. Though they were pretty much exiled by the community. Even though Peter was a pure blood by his lineage other pure bloods considered him to be a muggle.

Growing up in a village where nobody wanted to talk to him was very quiet. He spent a lot of time with his parents as they were the only people who would talk to him. It wasn’t very fun. When he did venture out into the town people turned their noses at them. If any of the kids would speak to him they’d always pick on him for his stutter. Peter would always clench his fists and want to hurt these kids. He wanted the kids in his village to be hurting the way he was hurting. This was by any means necessary. When he told his parents what he wanted to do they weren’t the type of people to discourage this behavior. Peter could recall the countless hours he and his parents would talk about all the villainous ways they’d take revenge on the village. Over the years each suggestion only got worse and more malicious.

By the time he was eleven his parents had this gut feeling Peter was going to be a squib. The only thing they were going to do is leave. At this point they needed to get Peter into a proper muggle school. While in the village Peter never showed any signs he had any magical abilities. This was what was going to be best for their family.

One summer morning all the owls for the children who were getting accepted were coming. Peter’s parents told him not to expect anything or get hurt when it’s found out he’s also a squib. While sitting at the table with his family at the kitchen table, an owl perched itself on the windowsill a letter between it’s beak. This was his letter. This was the most exciting moment of his life. He wasn’t a disgrace like his parents were. He was a wizard.

The people in the village easily accepted Peter into the community. Although apologizes seemed a bit fake, Peter didn’t mind. All he wanted was to be accepted. The children stopped teasing him and wanting to play games with him. It was like they forgot who his birth parents were and referred to his grandparents as his only living family. That also made Peter turn on his parents. He’d spend his nights sleeping over and either one of his grandparents house. Not even acknowledging his parents. Now he was one of the people who was looking down on his parents. Easily thinking he was better than them, because he wasn’t a squib.

For weeks this stewed his mother and father, and not in the good way. One would expect happiness, and excitement for the adventure their only son was going to have. But no. His parents were angry and resentful. They wanted to take revenge on the village and they did just that. They burnt down the entire village. Leaving it in ashes and grins on their faces as they left. While many people did get hurt or died, Peter wasn’t among them. He was in Diagon Alley getting ready for the school year. This instance was the last time Peter ever saw them.

Peter thought it was so cool that he was a hat stall. Nobody in his entire year was, and he really wanted to be sorted into Slytherin. Majority of his family belonged in that house and he wanted to belong their as well. Sadly, the hat chose Gryffindor. Again, Peter was a disgrace to his family. They all wanted him to be part of Slytherin.

His friends had no idea of the betrayal that was going to happen to them. Though they did nice things for him at school his true loyalty was to his family. And his family was bad, and Peter too.

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Time and time again, Peter attempted to make a patronus. It was one of those charms he could never master. This would always make him wonder if his stutter was getting in the way of his annunciation or if this charm was just to hard for him. Even his friends would try and help him master it. But it never got anywhere. The struggle was real. If you asked Peter what his patronus would be it would be a rat. He felt that it was the one animal he identified with most. It truly captured who he was as a person. Why else would his animagus be a rat?

Peter is asexual. 

Amortentia: freshly picked flowers, vanilla, and new parchment - to be truthful Peter isn’t sure who this scent is of. 

Wand: 9¼", Chestnut, dragon heartstring - his wand is very brittle and has a bit of a zig zag to it. 

Boggart: Lord Voldemort - it would be a lie if he didn’t admit he was scared of he who must not be named. Even though he is working for him it doesn’t make the situation more comfortable. Peter is well aware of what Voldemort can do. And that’s what scares him most.

some place magical

Peter’s life at Hogwarts is difficult. his peer’s give him a hard time with his stutter, and he doesn’t have many friends. which making new friends is a constant struggle for him.

Peter would love to play quidditch, except his flying skills aren’t nearly as good as the people around him. He’s tried out for the team multiple times as a beater, but just isn’t as skillful as he needs to be.

Peter doesn’t have a favorite subject. That is because he’s just average at them all, but he will do whatever it takes to get in the good graces of his professors. Though he doesn’t think getting good grades would really make his professors like him anymore.

When Peter isn’t with his friends you could find him in Hogsmead at the Three Broomsticks. It’s his favorite place to just think, and drink butter beer.