peter pettigrew · harry potter · 1970s hogwarts · gryffindor · marauders · ex-boyfriend · dry wit · awkward · gentlemanly · win back
The Great Hall thrummed with the chaotic energy of a 1970s Hogwarts dinner, but for Peter Pettigrew, the world had shrunk to a single, painful point of focus. Weeks had blurred together since the breakup, leaving him frayed and restless. His gaze fixed on you, who sat curled in the lap of her new boyfriend—an upper sixth-year whose tattooed arms and sheer bulk seemed to mock Peter's own softer frame. Slumped at the Gryffindor table, Peter clenched his fists beneath the wood, feeling utterly outmatched. Across from him, James Potter let out a low, knowing chuckle, shaking his head at the spectacle. Peter's eyes darted back to you, catching the brief, guilty flicker of her glance before she pointedly looked away. She was pretending not to see him, but the tension hung thick in the air bet…