Peter Pettigrew (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} justpetered) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
Peter had been taking the midday shifts all week in the mess hall, so that meant he got to sleep in a little bit but still, after working all day, he was tired. He didn't know why he went to the lounge for the weekly informal get-together, especially seeing as he was doing his best to avoid Sirius and Remus, who had just arrived. He didn't know why he was avoiding them; he had no real reason to. Maybe it was just that it was nice to be here without them. And if he could have picked anyone he knew to show up, he would have wanted it to be James, and not Sirius or Remus.
He grumbled a little and shuffled over to the window with his drink, some kind of bright green liquid that he found that he liked despite its color. It tasted like summertime. He sat and leaned his chin against his hand as he watched the stars move by outside the window. He missed the sun. Or any sun. Sunlight. He didn't know. He knew that in Scotland and then in London, it was often dreary, but at least they had had some sunshine poking through. That's one of the things he missed most since showing up here in outer space.