The Pettigrew Perspective

Chapter 6. Classes

!homophobic slur during potions!

Peter awoke from his leg shaking so much it felt like it was going to be ripped off. "Pete, wake up! You're gonna be late!" Remus was saying hurriedly. "Pete! Peter!" He continues once he sees Peter stir and hold a pillow over his head to block out the light that jumped into his pupils the millisecond he had opened them.

"Let me miss the first day," he groans. Remus moves back.
"I mean, James said he was really looking forward to spending transfiguration passing notes to you but if you want to spoil his plans then by all means, stay in bed.

'It's a trap'
Peters mind spoke. Yes it probably is but imagine James's face when he is forced to sit next to Sirius or Remus instead of his childhood long best friend, Peter.

Peter did one big frustrated sigh before sitting up. His eyesight filled with dark weird blobs. He blinked a few times and they disappeared.

He gets out of bed and made his way towards the washroom. The towel on the ground was still fairly wet to he's assuming Sirius was there taking his morning shower recently. James puts his towel it their designated laundry spot.

After Peters done brushing his teeth he notes that he is now much more awake. He walked over to his trunk noting that he really needs to unpack his clothes instead of just his decorative items.

He pulls out his actual robes and sighs, seeing them wrinkled. He's sure James could fix that. He's seen Euphemia do it enough now to replicate it well enough for the wrinkles to at least half vanish.

He scurries down to the Great Hall for breakfast yet somehow gets loss. He thinks he might've gone down a few too many stairs. It seems like a lot when going up but not nearly enough going down. He keeps walking and smells something nice. It smells like bacon and pancakes so he must be close. But instead he turns a corner and runs right into Snape.

"Ugh! Watch where you're going you blood traiter!" He spits out in disgust. Peter feels frozen to his core. He can't move. Other than his shaking in fear, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

He subconsciously feels his wand in his pocket and his mind runs through anything to use on Snape but alas, he comes up short with his mind thinking of nothing helpful. He doesn't know any spells, curses or hexes. Let alone know how to do it terrified and frozen to his absolute core.

"Yeah that's what I thought," scoffs Snape before walking away, letting him off easy. Maybe Snape doesn't know any curses either.

Peter doesn't know where to go because he is completely lost. He knows the general way he came so he turns around and starts walking back up the stairs.

Peter must've counted few steps too little because he came out right by the library. That was no use to him. It did suddenly become useful to him when Lily walked out.
He hurries to scramble after her squeaking her name.

Lily hears the commotion and turns around to see Peter almost trip at her feet.
"Alright there, bud?" She asks a little warily. After all, most of what she knew about him was that he was friends with James Potter, the person borderline harassing her.

"Do you know what time it is?" He asks, fairly rushed. Peter was hungry.
"About 10 after 8, but Pete y'know class starts in 20 minutes right-?" Checks Lily.

"Thanks Lily! You're the best! See you in class!" Peter barely manages out as he scurries away, suddenly remember how to get to the great hall.

He makes it just as James, Sirius and Remus were getting up. He now had 15 minutes to eat and get to class before it started. "Hey Pete, where've you been? We thought you went back to bed. We were gonna bring this to you," James chuckles, presenting the oatmeal and buttered toast.
"We can just go to class now, yeah?" Checks Remus who seemed every so slightly more excited than usual while talking about class. I mean it makes sense. The first class is transfiguration and rumour has it the first transfiguration class is just study and going over what you will be doing in it for the rest of the year.
Remus does seem to like books.