Partyvan
In the quiet corners of the library, Peter sat studying alongside his friends Sirius and Remus. The trio was engrossed in their work when Peter rose from their table, intent on retrieving another book from the shelves. As he reached for a book, a voice startled him.
"Excuse me, Peter?" A blonde boy named Evan Rosier stood by his side Peter raised his head as the boy was quite a few inches taller. But before Evan could utter another word, Sirius and Remus appeared behind Evan, protective scowls covering their faces.
"Is there a problem here, Rosier?" Sirius asked, his tone dripping with suspicion as the Slytherin is known for trouble with the Gryffindor's.
Evan, undeterred, met their intimidating gazes. "Not at all. Just wanted a talk with Pettigrew here." Peters eyes widen at the way Evan says his name, deep and gravelly.
The three of them continue to stare each other down until Peter eventually rolls his eyes and moves between them, pushing Sirius and Remus back to their table, following closely behind. Before he sits he turns his head back to look at Evan but finds that he's already gone and continues with his studies.
The next encounter caught Peter off guard once more. This time, Evan brought along his friend Barty. Finding Peter alone, Evan confidently settled into a chair beside him, while Barty stood behind him. As Evan continued his relentless attempts at conversation, Peter grew increasingly desperate. Frustrated, he clamped his hand over Evans mouth.
Shock registered on Evan's face, while Barty appeared poised to intervene. Peter swiftly withdrew his hand and reached for a nearby scrap of parchment. With a quill in hand, he wrote, 'I can't talk.' Evan's eyes narrowed with confusion, though his expression softened.
"What does that mean?" Barty inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"It means he's mute," Evan responded, his gaze flicking to Peter for confirmation. Peter nodded, relieved that they seemed to understand.
Barty's mischievous smirk returned. "So that means you're good with your hands?" he remarked, a suggestive tone in his voice.
Peter couldn't help but laugh, his cheeks reddening. He averted his gaze, unable to fully meet their eyes.
"Barty!" Evan scolded playfully, shaking his head. Barty merely shrugged, his smirk still intact.
Taking his quill back in hand, Peter found an empty space on the parchment and began to write. 'Trust me, my hands can do many things imaginable. Guess it's a good thing I have two then, huh?' Sliding the parchment back to Evan and Barty, Peter watched as Barty's smirk faltered in disbelief while Evan takes his turn adorning a smirk.
Barty moves from behind Evan to stand behind Peter and slides a finger along his jaw to tilt his head back and whispers in his ear, "Why dont we test that, mmh?" Peter only hums as his eyes flicker to Evan whose smirk has turned into a wicked grin.