author: closeknit./brownstudies
summary: Peter finds himself running out of options.
characters/pairings: Peter, mentioned Marauders and Lily, implied R/S
genre: angst
ratings/warnings: PG
word count: 226
prompt: written for Day one's prompt at
nest_of_spiders , with help from Thom Yorke's Clock.

Peter couldn't remember the last time he'd looked at them clear of this haze of resentment.
It was all very easy for them. James; dragged off to some palatial flat on the expensive side of the river, where Lily Evans could be sure that she'd never have to put her hand in her own pocket ever again. Remus and Sirius; comfortable in their alibi that living together was "more cost-efficient". It was all settled for him very quickly and without need for discussion. Peter would be alone, in his own flat. There was no danger of him cramping anyone's style, for they had all neatly sidestepped the pleasantries of asking him to do anything else.
If there had been an argument, it could have served as a precursor to a triumphant resolution and a return to how things were. But there was none. They just seemed to slide away from him when he wasn't looking.
"Sorry mate. We signed for somewhere a few months ago. Its a two bed, theres no room. Otherwise we'd of... .sorry, mate."
And there it was. It had officially become Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Evans.
The way they'd so easily paired off and forgotten about him, it stung. Seven years sharing a life amounted to very little in the end.
It echoed in here when you moved.
He couldn't recall the last time he'd been alone in a room.
summary: Peter finds himself running out of options.
characters/pairings: Peter, mentioned Marauders and Lily, implied R/S
genre: angst
ratings/warnings: PG
word count: 226
prompt: written for Day one's prompt at

Peter couldn't remember the last time he'd looked at them clear of this haze of resentment.
It was all very easy for them. James; dragged off to some palatial flat on the expensive side of the river, where Lily Evans could be sure that she'd never have to put her hand in her own pocket ever again. Remus and Sirius; comfortable in their alibi that living together was "more cost-efficient". It was all settled for him very quickly and without need for discussion. Peter would be alone, in his own flat. There was no danger of him cramping anyone's style, for they had all neatly sidestepped the pleasantries of asking him to do anything else.
If there had been an argument, it could have served as a precursor to a triumphant resolution and a return to how things were. But there was none. They just seemed to slide away from him when he wasn't looking.
"Sorry mate. We signed for somewhere a few months ago. Its a two bed, theres no room. Otherwise we'd of... .sorry, mate."
And there it was. It had officially become Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Evans.
The way they'd so easily paired off and forgotten about him, it stung. Seven years sharing a life amounted to very little in the end.
It echoed in here when you moved.
He couldn't recall the last time he'd been alone in a room.
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