Ficlet: Seen

[featherxquill]

quinquatrus detention challenge ficlet. Got inspired. Wrote. Rather Short.

Title: Seen
Characters: Peter Pettigrew, Minerva
Rating: PG?
Warning: Creepy, not entirely sane Peter



He gives himself one last chance. One last time to succeed, one last time to be noticed. By someone. Anyone.

He sits before her desk and twiddles his thumbs. She stares at him over her glasses. Didn’t hand an essay in, managed to transfigure his toad into a teabag instead of a table. Not impressed. Detention in my office at five, Pettigrew.

He looks up at her. Staring staring staring, mouth a line across her face, hands on the desk in fists, knuckles white. Fires questions at him. He can’t answer.

Nobody cares. Just stupid. Ugly fat stupid.

Something about ability and no confidence. Something about willing to fail. He doesn’t hear because he’s noticed a vein on the back of her hand moving. Realises she’s a woman. Real live woman. Someone who might see him.

Moves forward and grabs her hand. Sees her jump but doesn’t care. Holds fingers in his, leans forward and kisses her on the mouth. Feels glasses dig into his face. Pulls away. Her eyes wide open.

“I think you’d better go back to your dorm, Mr Pettigrew.”

Stares right through him. Doesn’t see.

He leaves. Next day in the library alone. Lifts a book off the shelf. Dusty. Syltherin tie in the next aisle. Whispers something about the Dark Lord and power. Something about respect. Sees him. Tells him to follow.

Peter does.

Comments

[colbyucb.livejournal.com]

Awww, I love Peter. And your writing is so interesting, the stiltedness lends to the characterization.