peter was rather naive. he lacked the ability to keep the important and disregard the trivial. he wasn’t able to differentiate between those two opposite poles. which, it leaves the boy always keeping and throwing the wrong information. to other’s people perception, peter had selective sight and hearing. he only takes the glimpses of what benefitted him. even if there’s no streak of malice within his actions, this terrible habit has lead him to unfortunate circumstances.
the situation starts when he hears about the older ravenclaw’s situation. at first, peter thought he was getting spoken in another language. he understood the words separately. however, together? they sounded like a collision of emotions. emotional language has never been the younger boy’s forte. on the contrary, it was a weakness of his. therefore, the boy only tried to construct the scenario on his head. he put pieces he believed were the right match. which, it resulted in a mixture of half-truths and half-lies. but, to the gryffindor, it seemed reasonable.
it was either rowan dumped nate or nate dumped rowan. it would explain their peculiar behaviors. the somber attitudes shared between each other.
for a few hours, peter ponders over it. he tries to map out possibilities. his fingers floating as it tries to draw out solutions to this dilemma. but, his thoughts are skittish and fly away. frustration rises from the pit of his stomach. it blazes as his hands sink to the nape of his neck. for cases like this, the boy should be asking his best friend. he would know better.
peter finds relief when a break comes around. his stomach signaling as it craved food. but, there was a bigger desperation flooding on the boy’s head. his eyes squint, scanning the area of the cluster. his gaze brightening once he found his friend cladded in the warm tones of yellow and black. he pushes in the gap between him and another fellow 7th year.
with deaf ears, peter sighs. his elbows resting on the table, pushing some plates and cups in the process.
❝ hey, remember how i told you about my family possibly falling apart? ❞ he asks, a rhetorical question thrown in the beginning to add dramatism to his speech. ❝ well, the more i thought about it, the more it falls apart in my brain! i don’t understand how rowan and nate would dump each other. i don’t understand how would either dump the other. it doesn’t make sense to me! ❞ the gryffindor starts. his words coming out as a waterfall, quickly and loudly. his pitch rising, an octave higher than any conversation should go. gazes settle on the younger boys in between his dialogue, ears perked.
once he finishes, he releases a sigh. his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as small weight lifts off. but, it comes back at the speed of lighting once miguel taps his shoulder. his head turns swiftly to the side. his eyebrows furrowed together, one slightly higher than the other as a response. as the same year boy replies, peter finds himself appalled by his words. his expression changes from somber to shock. his head tilts as his mind tries to create a coherent response.
but, when it came to miguel, his thoughts weren’t able to mesh together. on the contrary, whatever words sprout, they were the first to get shot out.
❝ what do you mean? ❞ his question sounds mocking due to the offensive interruption. ❝ it totally works like that! they are both my parents! it’s only fair they’re destined to be together! ❞
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