"I'm never ready..." He groaned, rubbing his hands against his eyes to further force himself to wake up. Peter was a generally lazy person, choosing to relax or sleep in his free time as he did not have Quidditch like Sirius and James nor did he study as often as Remus, yet he knew that if he laid back down it would make that personality flaw all the more clear to his friends.
Peter did not want that. He had begun to care more, as to what was thought of him; concerning himself with pointless little things and worrying increasingly more.
Unlike Remus, Peter left his bed a mess, choosing instead to stand upright, and after yawning once more, he moved to his trunk, where Peter began to remove fresh clothes for the day, taking his time in selecting what to wear. For the first time in weeks, he was not in a rush to make it to class.
"Everyone else is already up anyways..." Shutting the trunk, he glanced towards Remus.
"You look pale, mate." Peter paused, realization flickering across his features, and he pointed towards the other, as he looked instead towards James and Sirius.