Peter wasn't expecting anyone. He was laying in bed reading this week's copy of Witches Weekly (hey it was his mom's, OK?) when there was a knock on the door. He jumped nearly a foot off the bed and shoved the magazine haphazardly under his pillow. He was momentarily relieved to realize that the knocking must be outside his front door.
Peter heard Remus' voice and, though confused, sprinted down the stairs and flung open the door. "Remus!" he said, enthusiastically. His hands nervously raked through his hair. "Wha-what are you d-doing here?" He wondered momentarily if this was going to be like the time they all kidnapped him while he was in his pajamas and paraded him around Diagon Alley. "Wh-Where's James and S-Sirius?"