The betrayer betrayed

Er, to whoever it is living in the rooms near mine, I'm sorry about the...uh, commotion earlier today. I was looking around the stove and, well, I don't know a thing about these bloody muggle contraptions and something...er, exploded. Very sorry. So...if you heard a loud noise, well, yes, sorry.

[Private to Simon]
Well, that was unpleasant, but it's back! Definitely back, but hard to control, like you said. It's like being fourteen seven again. Also, I've recently thought of something that could be a problem when my magic is completely back. Do you have any time to do one more...er, procedure?

And, er, if you see a bird, I think it was a raven, I wouldn't recommend trying to catch it for food or anything. Not unless you enjoy the taste of wood. It should change back in a few hours.

[Private to Self]
It's back it's back it's back it's back.

[Occasonial dull thumping sound, as though a certain someone is standing under an awning watching the "rain"]
...Huh. Well, I suppose this is better than acid. Not that I'd recommend dancing in this rain--Yorda you're not still on the roof trying to catch watermelons are you?--but...this is an odd way to try and make us--are those Chocolate Frogs?

[Sound of rustling fabric, someone moving]

Chocolate Frogs. It's been forever since I've had Chocolate Frogs. I wonder if mum still has my card collection stashed away somewhere...

[sound of rustling paper, as though someone grabbed a sheet of it in midair]

And parchment, honest to Merlin parchment, not that flimsy stuff we find around here but--

This...

This is...how did you...you stole this from Pott--Har--the boy? This...
[/end transmission]

OOC: Peter has found some Chocolate Frogs and the Marauder's Map! :P

I swear an actual ic post is coming very, very soon. Like, later tonight.

ANYWAY. Jumping on the bandwagon, again, cause this one is too much fun to pass on.

Ask here if you want to know what Peter thinks of your characters.

And, cause I'm lazy, you may also ask what the Janitor, Teatime, or Ms. Frizzle thinks of them. :D

I am also adding my other characters to my critique asking post as well. *edits*

All the cool kids are doing it! So, I'm bowing to peer pressure.

If anyone has any suggestions, criticisms or concerns about the way Peter is being played, positive, negative, or neutral, comment here please! Or IM at Taiiiver I suppose, though I'm online there rather sporadically these days.

EDIT: Also comment here if you wish to critique any of my other characters, those being Teatime, Janitor, and Ms. Frizzle.

Comments are screened, and feel free to comment anonymously as well. ♥

...
There are two moons.

There should not be two moons.

That's...where are we?

And candy. Is it really Valentines Day already? Doesn't seem the same, without all those awful, gaudy decorations I remember from Hogsmeade. Lily and James snogging on the sofa, Sirius snogging whoever was closest, Remus...reading. Sharing his chocolate with me. No, not the same.
[Private to Dr. Tam]
Alphonse said that you might have an idea of how he got his Alchemy back. Is this true?

[Locked from Bellatrix]
DO NOT TRUST BELLATRIX LESTRANGE. Whatever you do! Don't go near her, don't believe a word she says! She's a born liar, a sadist, and servant of Voldemort like I once was, but different. Insane, completely mental, she doesn't just kill and torture for his benefit, she does it for fun. And that was before Azkaban!

If there's anyone around here to, er, "riddle with bullets", Mr. Mason, she would be the one.

Live like a muggle. Hah!

[Soft, steady beeping noise]

Another life debt. Fantastic. Just what I need. But at least I'm...alive...

[More beeping, suspiciously sounding like someone reading various communicator posts]

Others are coming back too. Anyone can come back. If they...if they...

Dead, definetely dead. That's twice now. I remember...that wasn't like sleeping...not a dream. Not fainting either. I died.

I died. That means...that means...

He killed me!! That--that-BASTARD.

[Loud thump, as though someone banged their fists onto wood]

HOW DARE HE. THAT. THAT.

[Rustling fabric and scraping chair legs, as though someone stood up quickly]

I saved him! I saved him! If it wasn't for me he'd still be hiding out in Albania! A pathetic little shadow of his former self! I killed for him! I nearly died for him! several times, mind you!!

I chopped off my hand for that man!

Oh, but that wasn't good enough for him, no, no. I suppose I've been effectively sacked now, have I?! What, was a pink slip too impersonal for the man?! Oh, no, not a man, not anymore. Not even a true wizard!

That's right, I know, I heard them talking! Talking, while I suffered as a bloody rat for you! Not a man, not a wizard, a mudblood, just like Granger. You're less of a pureblood than the boy!

And--and...you know what?! V--v--.

Voldemort. Voldemort! Voldemort Voldemort Voldemort! That's right, I'm not scared of you anymore! Not your name, not your little pet, not you! Apparently I don't even need to fear death here! I'm not one of your precious little Death Eaters anymore! I QUIT.

[Pause, panting, a soft thump as though someone drops into a seat]

Not a Death Eater. Not an Order member. Barely with a wizard without my magic.

Not a Marauder. What...

Why is that light on? Is that--off, off, turn off!

[Mumbled moans and groans, some clearly overdone]
Urgh...head hurts...

Damn sickness I feel...better. How--wha...where am I? This isn't my room. Am I...no, this isn't the Manor either, that's...this looks like...

[Sharp, clicking sounds, like high heels, and the thud of metal on linelouem]

Who--!

Oh. Oh. She--it...it doesn't have a face.

Shit.

[muffled, wet coughing]

No...no...wake up gotta...wake...[gasping, coughing fit, sound of creaking sofa springs]

Tired. A little sleep...a little nap.

Pleasant dreams...think of...[coughing, splattering sounds]...what I want to dream about, huh...

[more coughing yay, gasping for breath]

No nightmares...just don't want...don't care...don't know what I want to dream...anymore...

OOC: Oh dear, Peter's dead. :(

[Private Ramblings: Somewhat hackable as Peter is rubbish with tech]
I can't do anything. I can't die, I won't let myself die! But I can't do anything...I can't fight, no magic, nothing...potions are nothing without magic, even if I could find real ingredients...that was the closest thing I had to a talent, and even Snape was better than me.

Remus would be in the library right now. Researching, studying, anything he can. But of course, werewolves wouldn't scare him, monsters are safe from monsters.

James...James would have taken over by now. Not on purpose, at least not that he showed, but people would have turned to him, they always turned to him, and he would've lead them all. And he'd have enjoyed it, I'm sure, he stopped showing it after awhile, but he always enjoyed that control, I'm sure...even over people like...

Sirius would have broken out. It doesn't matter that it's another world, even if he thought he died, he would have tried. Azkaban couldn't hold him, why should another universe? He could beat anything, except me. I beat him, in the end, now he's dead, and I'm alive, alive, I finally...

Why am I still comparing myself to dead men? Remus isn't dead, but he might as well be, he'll lose, they'll lose, they can't beat him.

I don't want to die. I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Please, pleaseplease, don't let me die, don't, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, really, I don't want to die, I can't die, I don't want to die!
[End Private]

I've been coughing up blood...that should probably be added to the list of symptoms if it hasn't yet.

The girl is sick. Linda. And the other girl is gone. Raz is sick as well. Are they the ones who will be saved? The lucky ones...or are they just not lucky enough?

I'm tired.

...I don't want to die. Even if I come back...no, that would be worse...the dead can't come back. Please don't let them come back...

I've been reduced to giving love advice to teenagers and fighting with little girls about glowing bunnies. Clearly I have far too much time on my hands.

I've never tried making potions without using magic, or at least having magic, but it's not gone, of course. No one can simply take away magic. So, theoretically I should be able to manage the simpler potions...

Does anyone have a pot, as large as possible, that they can spare? I can make do with estimation in terms of measuring, it'll be mostly experimentation anyway with my limited ingredients, but any spare utensils would be appreciated. I assure you, this could turn out to be quite useful. If it works.

I could use a test subject. Linda?

OOC: Strikes, gone!

Kidnappings, personal music concerts, bloody werewolf hunting, this is all very conductive to survival and escape.

All that and all I got from it was a forced hearing of the ramblings of a madman. I hate werewolves. Anyone with a bit of sense, I suggest you stay away from that mad Doctor. He...Barty Crouch! I didn't recognize him so well-groomed. But Crouch's insanity was a whole different manner than that Doctor's. Another universe copy?

And I've caught a cold. Wonderful.

OOC: Strikes, gone, and the werewolf incident is on backlog. Suffice to say, Peter doesn't feel like sharing the details.

Anyone out there! This madman has dragged me onto some bloody "adventure" in search of werewolves and, quite shockingly, we find ourselves trapped in the library, under siege by a werewolf. Not the kind I'm used to either, and I have no magic of course, and the Doctor is downright useless. Is there anyone out there able to give assistance? Soon?! The door won't last long once the beast wakes and he--it's awake--

Fireworks? Oh, yes, we're all hidden like rats vermin from the bloodthirsty beasts that roam the streets in search of flesh, yes, let's set off loud noises and bright lights, shall we?

So many people are dying lately, some seem so eager for death, but they still return, though that should be impossible. Not even the Dark Lord, not even Dumbledore, not even Merlin himself...the dead cannot be brought back to life. That's simple fact and yet...here they are.

Even the barber is back, how disappointing, though he doesn't seem to be doing so well at the moment...

If...if everyone can come back, human, muggle, wizard, no matter what...was it a mistake, allying myself with that mad Larxene women...? No, no, it's always good to have...a back-up. And if she proves weaker than I first thought...I never promised accurate information.

I suppose there's nothing for me to fear when I can't even die...but no, there are plenty of things to fear besides death itself...the doctor at least knows of that by now.

OOC: Strikes--Not there! 

Ah, Mr. Elric? There's another new arrival, a girl, currently hiding in the same pub I was previously at. I've promised to go and retrieve her, but I'm not sure how well I can protect myself in my current state...I'm not used to fighting without my magic. Are you well enough from your mission to go on another? Or do you know of someone suitable...I don't know many of those here at the moment.

Blast this horrible thing!

And you muggles! You-you...how DARE you! Threatening me, forcing me to use this-this muggle device!

When the Dark Lord finds you--! I have friends, powerful friends, who will not insult take this lightly! They will come for me!

And the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord's wrath will be...will be great and...terrible...Please, m'lord, I didn't mean to spare the boy, I would have killed him, I will kill him, please I owed him a debt! I am still loyal! I have always been loyal! 

[OOC: Strikes--Very easily hackable. He's not so great with the tech stuff.]