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Peter Pettigrew (__wormy) wrote,

Peter did not know what to do anymore. He did not want to talk, to look upon all of the blood, Sirius' pale pallor, and the way Remus' spell fixed the injuries.

His mind was filled with worries, concerns both selfish and not; ideas that he would be blamed for this, that he had pushed Sirius to this act!

And wondering, as to whether his mate would make it out of this alright. If they could ever go back to the way they had been before...

He stood, hands shaking once again, as he helped his friend to stand, and silently helped Remus to lead him out of the classroom.

Are you dead too?

Peter shook his head, sniffing slightly, glad all the more that Remus was there; reassuring Sirius, speaking and acting as the smart-calm-collected person that they all needed right now.

Peter felt sick to his stomach and so he kept his mouth tightly clamped shut.

As the started up the stairs, Peter took a better hold of the dark-haired teen, supporting him up the stone steps and into the hall...

What would they tell anyone...? No one could know Sirius had done this to himself...