James: Were the marauders! Of course we’re going to sneak around at night.
Peter: Were the marauders! Of course we have detention almost every day
Remus, who didn’t want to do the trend: Were the marauders! I’m in agonizing pain
James, exasperated: No…Remus- you’re supposed to say something that’s like all four of us can relate to it
Sirius: I can relate to it
James, even more exasperated and pinching his nose: I know padfoot. Let’s just start again. Were the marauders! Of course we have a magic map and use it to scout for teachers
Sirius: Were the marauders! Of course our parents want to kill us!
James:
Peter:
Remus: were the-
James: no.
Peter: Let’s just move on….
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A Peter Pettigrew Project Prompt
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Prompt: A bed, marshmallows and a bicycle.
Idea/Concept: Crookshanks has it out for Scabbers
Ron drools in his sleep, and even rats can do better than a drool soaked pillow for a bed. Scabbers the rat scuttles out of Ron's clutches, the boy not even stirring as Scabbers slips from his fingers.
The rat stops in his tracks when he catches a whiff of something sweet as he scales down the side of the bed.
Little feet hit the floor without a sound, though his untrimmed claws click on the wood flooring as he goes to investigate the delightful sugar-sweet smell.
Scabbers is delighted to come across a single, fluffy pink marshmallow the size of his head, lost under the bed. It’s his lucky night, innit? His little rat tongue darts out to taste the powder-coated sugary treat, before he sinks teeth into the side of it.
His little rat brain had forgotten how tacky and sticky marshmallows could be- he tries to pull away with his first chomp to chew, and his teeth are stuck. His little rat shoulders slump as he sighs. Alas, he’s tired but in no hurry. Surely if he just licks it enough, it will disintegrate and he will be free.
He’s lapping at the marshmallow in his mouth, pushing his tongue against the back of his teeth to unstick them when he hears a low growl behind him. He stiffens, hoping that if he just stays still enough, Crookshanks will be fooled into thinking he’s not there, and be on their way. Perhaps his rat scent will be covered by the scent of marshmallow?
No such luck, it seems, as a giant paw snatches under the bed right for him, catching him by his tail and dragging him out from under the bed. Peter wants to scream, to cry out to his master to save him, but he can’t, because his mouth is still stuck with marshmallow.
Desperate to get out of Crookshanks clutches, Scabbers scrambles at the ground, nails scratching and breaking on the wood as Crookshanks pulls him free from under the bed into the open, their other paw landing on his back to stop him from squirming. Scabbers feels like a pancake, and all he can do in his current position is continue to lick his way free of marshmallow.
Apparently Crookshanks is at a loss of what to do with him now that they have captured him, and for a moment, they’re still. The rat knows he has to act quickly before Crookshanks makes a decision. They’re probably going to eat him.
Crookshanks’ paw lets up just a tiny bit, and Scabbers flips beneath their paw, thrashing and scratching and causing enough confusion and pain that he can scramble away, running, free from the cats clutches and that pesky marshmallow- stuck now between the toes of the nasty cat.
Crookshanks is making chase, he knows it, but he slips between the crack in the wall and he’s home free- Getting out alive… It’s like riding a bike, huh?
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My goal is to make a dumb post ab the Marauders and end up on one of those Instagram blogs that posts dumb tumblr Marauders posts
Pls let me know if it ever happens and I haven’t seen it
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