Extra credit....
Peter sits by the lake under a tree, in his lap is a book, by his side is a scroll with scribbled notes and a half eaten box of Bertie Botts. He had found the books in the nexus, and after talking to Remus, knew he needed to see exactly what had happened so he could try to stop it.
Peter cringed slightly as he came to the scene in the shrieking shack. He jots down a few things on the scroll, making it look like he was doing his DADA homework to the few other students around, wasting the Fall afternoon trying to get a little relaxation in before winter hit.
Ask James if he's chosen someone yet.
Beg him to pick someone other than me.
Looking at his notes, most of them were things he knew he had to change. A few were things to ask his friends, mostly to prevent other things from happening. Some things he had read appealed to him, but the cost of doing them, was far to great in his mind to even consider.
Peter cringed slightly as he came to the scene in the shrieking shack. He jots down a few things on the scroll, making it look like he was doing his DADA homework to the few other students around, wasting the Fall afternoon trying to get a little relaxation in before winter hit.
Ask James if he's chosen someone yet.
Beg him to pick someone other than me.
Looking at his notes, most of them were things he knew he had to change. A few were things to ask his friends, mostly to prevent other things from happening. Some things he had read appealed to him, but the cost of doing them, was far to great in his mind to even consider.