The Portrait had opened, admitting Peter to the Gryffindor common room, eyes shifting along the room, over James and Lily to Molly. He moved off to one of the tables in the corner, where he had played Wizards Chess with his mates on better days. Tugging his bag off, he dropped it onto the wood top, and began to look inside, rummaging through quills, bottles of ink and scrolls of parchment until he found his wand laying at the very bottom.
James and Lily...it looked like they had been talking. About what, Peter could only guess, although from their expressions it was not good.
He gave a slight shake of his head. It was all a bit too much as of late, with all that he had heard about the incident at the ball, and now all the rumors about Death Eaters and this...
He kept to himself for the moment, choosing to leave his bag behind, and moved closer to the fire where he dropped down in one of the shabby, comfy chairs, tapping his wand against the arm rest.
The Defense Club would be starting soon, no doubt. Peter had come for that, he just did not want to worry about things anymore.