Peter stands frozen, pale, his eyes wide with panic. His breath is shallow and erratic, his hands trembling as they nervously wipe against his robes. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his chest heaves with every unsteady breath. He stammers, unable to form words, eyes darting around as if searching for an escape.

He looks toward his friends, James, Sirius, and Remus, seeking reassurance but feeling trapped. His body is tense, shoulders hunched, unable to move. His voice falters as he whispers, “I’m sorry... I can’t...” Tears threaten to spill, but he fights them back, unable to meet their concerned gazes.