Peter "so fucking done" Pettigrew

Is it all right if I come over? The flat is so empty. I should get a pet. Or maybe I should just give it all up and move in with you lot like you've been prodding. I don't think I want to be alone right now.

Um. I'm not sure whether I've been fired or suspended or if he's just really, really pissed off and will floo tomorrow when I don't show up even more pissed. Crook spotted my journal on my desk among the paperwork and accused me of slacking off. Told me to get my things together and leave if I was just going to waste his valuable time. It's never been a problem before. I've always had it open at work. The odd comment between files doesn't slow me down any. It was those fucking So. I don't know. You might be seeing a lot more of me from now on.

Sorry. Boss caught me and started yelling. Wrote the first thing I could manage.

Someone tell me why we're even trying to teach that immature, self-centered, whiny little bitch.

Will you guys please stop? I know this is what happens when you try and pack a lot of opinionated people into one small space, but all of this in fighting isn't going to get us anywhere. There's no reason to let one person who has no real proof other than speculation to get us this worked up.

Is he a Death Eater or isn't he? What are his real motives? Is he trying to set us up? Are we in danger of being exposed because of him? And my personal favorite "Can we really trust the opinion of someone else in the Order?"

These questions are pointless because he has nothing. There's no laws against peaceable assembly at any time of the night. All he knows at the moment is that there was a group of us in Diagon Alley after hours. There's any number of stories that could be used to cover that.

So everyone, please, just calm down. The last thing we need to do is turn on each other and implode.

And all of the petty pranks and taunting of the enemy stops NOW. I care about you guys, and if you keep this up, eventually they'll have it dwindled down until they'll have no one left to go after but you. I know you have a hard time knowing when enough is enough, so if you don't think you can stop when you reach that point of no return, just don't start. Period.

When did my pushoverness get so bad that I'd leave the house in the middle of the night to fill out paperwork for someone I don't even like?