He felt slightly silly, as there had been no friendships he had made outside of the marauders and the ones that had come along with their little group. No, Chris was someone he was getting to know all on his own, and the entirety of the situation left him feeling strange.
"Yeah, exactly. I get what you mean. And it’s not like it’s bad or anything, like the food is fuckin’ great around here and I get to eat it with friends and stuff," he shrugged. "But it’s just great to have that little occasion, a tradition or something, I dunno."
"Uh, Lewes." He said, rather confused as to why Chris would want to know. "It’s in East-Sussex." Unsure whether he should return the question, he just added, "It’s a great place, yeah."
"I like tradition." He replied with a shy smile, fingers plucking away at a loose thread on his sleeve. He was proud of this friend of his, proud to have made this friend without his siblings interfering or someone taking pity on him. The fact that Peter had, of his own accord, decided to chat with Chris was enough to put him in a good mood. "I haven't seen my siblings in quite a while - many of them are away studying in college, one of my brothers lives in Switzerland now, so I haven't seen some of them since before the summer. We always have Christmas together, though, I'll be pleased to see them again."
"Oh, I see. I don't think I've ever been... I, uh, I'm from Wales. Little place called Fishguard, it's in South-West Wales. It's got sort of a strange name, but I like it. Peaceful. London was a bit of a shock at first, when I had to get my wand and my owl and such." He wasn't sure if Peter gave a damn about where Chris lived, but offered him the information anyway.













