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[Peter Pettigrew]

OOC Information
Name: Mira
Age: 15
E-mail: trouble_kelp@hotmail.co.uk

IC Information
Full Name: Peter Paul Pettigrew
Nickname: Wormtail, Pete, Petey
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
House: Gryffindor
Blood Line: Muggle-Born

Physical Description: His appearance has always been one of the things that Peter has always hated. As far as he is concerned he is completely average in the most depressing of ways. His thin light brown hair, coupled with watery pale blue eyes has never really seemed to be very interesting compared to other people with more exotic colourings such as Lily or even James, Sirius and Remus to a certain extent. His hair has been cut in the same choppy hairstyle as soon as he had enough hair to be cut into that particular hairstyle, and has always been rather dull and unable to be morphed into the messy style which suits some of the other boys in his year so well. His eyes always had a very washed out appearance, and his emotions have never quite been able to reach his eyes, a trait which he has found useful ever since he started pranking with the other Marauders, as it makes lying that much easier.

Peter usually tries his best to hide away from people, making it hard for them to see the few good physical points that he has. He always seems to be slouched over, arms crossed over his chest and trying to make himself as small as possible, or curled up in a armchair in the Gryffindor Common Room. He has never really had that much fashion sense, usually just pulling on an old jumper that his Mother has knitted him instead of actually going out and taking a time of time picking out what he is going to wear for the day. Despite this, Peter has always had excellent hygiene, which is probably down to the fact that his Mother had always nagged her children to ‘wash behind their ears’, and it is a trait which has been left over from his early childhood.

Personality: Peter is one of those people who has never truly settled into his skin. A highly self conscious person, he is always comparing himself to the rest of the Marauders and other people around him, often not liking what he sees. He is a born perfectionist, although not many people will realise this, as although he tries to reach perfection, it is not very often that he finds himself reaching it. Somehow, whatever he does just isn’t good enough, and sometimes he finds himself re-doing things multiple times just to try and better himself, usually without any result or good stemming from it. Peter is also a natural pessimist, always seeing the bad side of things, even if the situation doesn’t really have anything that could go wrong with it. His reasoning behind this is that if he always looks on the bad side of things, than he can never really be disappointed with how something had turned out. However, this usually has a habit of back-firing on him in one way or another.

Despite this, Peter can be a very caring person when he wants to be. Once he has decided that he like somebody and wants to make friends with him, he is willing to do almost anything for them. Although he perceives this as a generally good trait to have, it also has the disadvantage of getting him in serious amount of trouble, seeing as it is usually Sirius, James and Remus he is getting into trouble with or even taking the blame for. Peter is an easily influenced sort of person, and is usually the person who instantly agrees to volunteer for whatever James and/or Sirius has got planned. He is one of those people who will always keep his opinions unheard incase one of his friends thought that he was bizarre for thinking a certain way or having a certain opinion on something. For the most part, he usually just agrees with what his friends say, not because he doesn’t have the intelligence or the free will to make his own opinions, but because it keeps the peace and generally makes things that little bit easier.

Peter has never really been overly intelligent in the majority of his subjects. He has had to work hard for all the grades that he has gotten in his time at school, and it is very rare that he will understand things the first time that it has been said, or without having to try the spell out several times for himself before he can eventually use them to a good standard. Unlike the rest of the Marauders, always seems to be constantly trying to plod through the vast amount of homework that the sixth years are getting now, and usually has to revise well in advance for any tests that he might have. However, Herbology is definitely the exception to this rule, and it has been one of about two subjects that has come to Peter naturally. His practical skills are exceptional, and he usually does well on the written tests, finding the subject matter to be much more interesting than something like transfiguration which he has always been terrible in, in both the practical and the written side of it.

Although Peter is all that great at the academic side of things, that isn’t to say that he is entirely without talent. One of the passions is art, and he can usually be found sitting curled up somewhere (more often than not in the Gryffindor common room), sketchbook in hand. Another one includes playing the piano and music in general. He has always been into music from a young age, especially the muggle kind which his Mother has played for all of her children ever since Peter was young. He’d never admit this to anybody else when asked through, but an exception to this would probably be his fellow Marauders if they asked. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the opportunity to playas much as he would like to, and the only chance he gets is if he can escape to the room of requirement when the others are busy doing something else that he isn’t part of.

History: Mr. Pettigrew was born to Donald and Mabel Pettigrew on a windy autumn day in October. He was the youngest of three children, having two older sisters Susanne and Rebecca who were sixteen and fourteen years older than him respectively. The first couple years of Peter’s life were perfectly normal, he learned to walk and talk, and after those two things had been accomplished, argue with his two sisters properly. However, this normalcy was to change unexpectedly when he reached his fourth birthday. Rebecca, back home from one of her terms at University, had refused to play with him on account that she had to finish of some of her coursework. Peter soon got angry, having felt hurt that she was just ignoring when he had missed her when she was away, and managed to set the paper she was working on on fire. The family just passed it off as a freak incident, but smaller incidents similar to it kept on happening, and finally it was Peter’s Mother that provided an answer for them.

She was a witch. At first all except Peter were sceptical of that fact, but a few spells soon changed their minds, and miraculously life soon returned to normal, or as normal as it could get after that had been revealed anyway. Peter still has bursts of accidental magic, but those got more and rarer as time went on, and he has always liked to think it was due down to him finally getting some control, as opposed to lacking in power. Things were a bit awkward between him and his sisters for a while, and even at a young age he knew that they were thinking ‘why him?’ on the whole magic front. When he turned eleven, he finally got his Hogwarts letter, just as his Mother said he would, and he still considers it now to be one of the best moments of his life. It was his Mother who took him to Diagon Alley to get his things, her being the natural choice as she was part of that world, and Peter thoroughly enjoyed the experience, having finally felt part of the Wizarding world at last, and enjoying that one-on-one time and extra attention from his Mother.

To his surprise and delight, he was sorted into Gryffindor at the sorting ceremony, having sat there for an agonising couple of minutes, half fearing that the sorting hat would deem him not good enough to be a wizard and send him straight back home in shame. He soon found himself being befriended by three other boys; Remus Lupin, James Potter and Sirius Black, a fact that still has him wondering about why exactly that happened to this day. Together they formed the Marauders, causing havoc at will and generally try to break the school record for the amount of detentions set. It was in his second year that he learned about Remus being a werewolf, something which surprisingly didn’t bother him, always having been immersed in muggle culture as a child and not really having the prejudice of a child who grew up purely in the magical world. In his fifth year, he became an animagus along with Sirius and James in order to make Remus’ transformations easier, taking the form of a rat. Although it wasn’t the most exciting form in the world, he was still grateful that he had achieved that feat at all, transfiguration not being his speciality.

RP Sample: Peter Pettigrew wrapped his cloak around himself a bit tighter and couldn’t help but shiver. Although it was only still September, the wind had a particularly vicious bite with it today, and he had found that he had even woken up in his bed shivering. If there was one thing that Peter couldn’t stand, it was the cold. It always left you feeling depressed, especially in the times like this where the weather was only going to get colder and the sun could only get more and more elusive. Spring always seemed to be so far away at this time of year, and it often left him with a great deal of longing which he would always feel in the back of his mind even when he was concentrating on something else like homework or even drawing. The other’s couldn’t understand why he felt this way, and no matter how many times he tried to put the feelings down in words, nothing could quite ever do it the proper amount of justice he felt that it deserved.

Taking these facts into account, it would be a very good question to ask why he was outside on such a cold day. Peter was even asking himself this very question, but the artistic side of this brain was just giving him an exasperated expression which suggested he knew full well what he was doing there. He found he couldn’t question that, after all the artistic side of his brain was still essentially part of him, so therefore he should know full well.

The answer to the question was basically the fact that Peter had a thing for sunsets and had scheduled an evening off from school work and pranking in order to indulge in his favourite piece of scenery. He had been daydreaming for hours in his various classes, mentally trying to picture where the best place would be. Unable to think of a suitable location, he had asked Remus where he thought the best place would be. His brown haired friend had recommended the Lake, and he had instantly warmed to the idea. The sunlight on the water would look lovely when done in water-colours.

It was the Lake that he was heading to now, his feet brushing through piles of multi-coloured leaves and leaving small piles of them in random places about the Lawn. In a few minutes he was there, and was curling up by the Lake and removing his sketch pad and water colours from his rucksack.

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