The Order of Phoenix was currently having a meeting, only, Peter was not in attendance. Apparently today's meeting would require one-on-one dueling and defense training. After pulling names from a hat to see who would duel who, and Peter picking out Sirius Black, Peter had decided it was the perfect opportunity to make himself scarce. He wasn't about to duel Sirius Bloody Black! He'd much rather face off against Voldemort himself!
Actually, that was a lie. He absolutely wouldn't.
Right now, he sat alone at a table, leaning his head against the palm of his hand, eyes glazing over the latest edition of the Daily Prophet. He'd immediately skipped over the serious coverage regarding the impending arrival of the 'Dark Lord' or whatever they'd called him - he didn't need to read, hear, see, or face it! Although...now that he thought about it, perhaps he should have stayed at the session to see who the best duelist was so he could partner up with them when the climax of the war did strike.
Maybe next time. Maybe.
He continued to read, reaching an article about Dragon Pox.
"Really? What else? A Vampire infiltration? Torrential rains? Poisoned beer?" He groaned, but then swiftly narrowed his eyes at his own cup.