Pete Jeterson Jr.

6th year || Hufflepuff

[pete-jete-old]

protectedviolet:

Vi fell silent, hands in her pockets as they walked together. She could see the castle getting closer, but this silence felt a little more comfortable. Carefully she glanced around, but she didn’t think she saw anything. There was a slight rustling, but that could just be the breeze. Probably. 

As they lapsed into silence, PJ stuffed the hand that wasn’t holding his bag into his pocket. He could see the castle ahead and that put him at ease a bit. Soon enough he’d be back behind the stone walls and could reasonably talk himself into not feeling like total spaz for kind of freaking out and bothering Miss Parr to walk him back to school. 

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protectedviolet:

“Yeah.” They were only as pretty as they were because everything was dying, but that was part of why Vi liked it. She hadn’t felt like she was blooming for a long time, so autumn was comfortable and familiar. Plus the colder weather meant rain outside her window and no one judging her for long sleeves. “Full moons in winter are fucking cold. Luckily there aren’t too many of them.”

“Yeah, that’s good.” PJ couldn’t imagine being out in the middle of night during the winters up here. It was always so cold here, much colder than back in London. Not that London didn’t get cold, but it was a large city with tons of people and buildings and cars. Here there was none of that. It was mostly trees. That made it cold.

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protectedviolet:

As he walked outside, Violet pushed herself away from the wall with a touch of reluctance. Movement just felt so rough at the moment. But she nodded as PJ said he was ready and began to walk back to the castle with him. Still, the more she walked, the less stiff she felt and she did appreciate the fresh air. “I like autumn. I’ll miss it when the season turns.”

“Yeah?” PJ glanced over at her for a second. “It, uhm... It is a good season. Definitely one of the prettier times of year.” The colors were good to look at, there was no denying that. But PJ preferred springtime to autumn. He didn’t know why exactly. Maybe the leaves falling from the trees just looked too much like them dying for him to enjoy it. Or maybe he just wasn’t a fan of the weather getting colder. Maybe there was no reason.

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protectedviolet:

“It happens.” She nodded as he stepped out, gathering her belonging together and leaving the tip on the table. She always left a pretty sizable tip for the waitress who had Vi’s table in her section, considering Vi managed to clear out the other tables in the section pretty quick. Then she slipped outside to wait for PJ so they could walk back together.

PJ quickly returned to the table and scooped his food into the box, leaving his own tip on the table next to what Miss Parr had left for the waitress. After carefully placing his box of food into the bag with his potion vials he exited the cafe and found Miss Parr once again. “Uhm, ready,” he said, trying to force something that resembled a smile onto his face in an attempt to pretend that he wasn’t simultaneously panicking and chiding himself for doing so.

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protectedviolet:

“You don’t have to rush. But I hid food in my room all the time, so I won’t judge if you did that either.” Partly that had been to make sure she ate at all, but that wasn’t something he needed to hear.

“I guess I’m just... not as hungry as I thought I was...” It was only partially a lie. He wasn’t as hungry as he had been when he ordered. But that was probably due to the paranoid fear. But he didn’t need to mention that. “I’ll just, uhm... go ask for a box,” PJ said, sliding out of his chair to do just that.

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protectedviolet

Vi sat, draining her coffee and trying to think of something to say. He still seemed so uncomfortable around her, but she wasn’t sure how she could help anymore than she could. So all she could do was wait for him to finish eating and escort him back as necessary.

PJ spent a couple more minutes poking at his food. The silence was awkward. Eventually, he looked over at Miss Parr. “I can, uhm... just get the rest of this to go...”

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ill-never-grow-up-pan:

“You’re gonna come to next one right, you and your friend Flora?”

No, he was absolutely not coming to the next one. “Uhm... maybe...” 

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protectedviolet:

“It’s fine. Walk would probably be good for me and it keeps me out of trouble.” She smiled slightly as she took another sip of her coffee. She had an idea what it was like to always be looking over our shoulder for the next person that was going to confront you, so if she could help ease that for someone else, that was what mattered.

“Right,” PJ said quietly, poking at his food again. While he did appreciate her offering, part of PJ was still saying he was stupid for having accepted. He’d almost feel better if she’d made fun of him for being paranoid or something like that.

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protectedviolet:

Vi looked at him for a moment, taking a deep drink of her coffee. He looked so awkward, and with most people she would attribute that to her being, well, her, but PJ hadn’t seemed like that. So, throwing out a shot in the dark, she said, “Look, you’re fine with me. And if you want, I can walk you back to the castle after this to be sure.”

PJ looked across the table at her, a little surprised. He didn’t think she’d guess so easily what was making him awkward. Or guess at all really. But she had. “Oh, thanks... uhm...” He wanted to say no, tell her that she didn’t need to worry, he appreciated the offer but it really wasn’t necessary... “That... actually... would be great.” Stupid. She had to have better things to do than babysit a paranoid runt on his way back to school. “I-if you... uhm... if i-it’s not... too much trouble... that is.”

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protectedviolet:

“I can imagine.” Vi was incredibly glad she hadn’t had to go back after the events of the end of the year. Her relationship with Hogwarts had been rocky at best, and having to face the ghosts of her few friends was more than she was ready to do. “Yeah. Believe me, I’ve been hearing all about the different new students.” The night school was giving her a massive headache, but she didn’t have to deal with them overmuch - until they started wandering, but they’d mostly stopped that by now. Now they were just asking questions. Most of which she passed off to Anna. Whoops. “That’s good. Um, if you do have any problems, feel free to shoot me an owl. Or Sally. Or Pan. You know, whoever you feel like talking to.”

“Yeah,” PJ gave a small nod. “I’ll, uh... be sure to... do that...” His voice trailed off as he ran out of things to say. Instead, he turned his attention back to his food. He was still feeling like some thug was going to jump out and try to kill him at any moment. Normally he’d tell himself he was being ridiculous, but he sort of wasn’t. PJ shifted in his seat as he poked at the meal in front of him. Maybe stopping for food had been a bad idea...

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protectedviolet:

“Yeah. He kinda intimidates me, but that could also be because he’s the only one of us over 21.” Nothing like an older more competent auror with a similar speciality to yours to make you question what you’re doing. But that wasn’t really his fault. That was just the fact that she never knew what she was doing, and was therefore constantly aware of the fact. “And, so, uh, things going well up at the school? Nothing too crazy happening?”

“Nothing yet,” PJ said. He didn’t hold out hope that would be the case for the whole year. He only hoped that anything crazy that happened wasn’t like the end of last year. “It... it’s kind of weird being back...” PJ had heard stories from the castle, even if he’d managed to get out before things got too bad, he still knew something of how terrible it had been during that war. Being back in the place felt a little bit like walking on graves. “And... there’s so many new students now...” There was no telling what might happen with so many people unfamiliar with the wizarding world just dropped into it. Plus his roommate was a vampire and that still sort of freaked him out, even though he knew Mike wouldn’t hurt him. “But it’s... ok.” 

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protectedviolet:

“No problem.” A moment later, the waitress came over and put some food down in front of PJ and refilled Vi’s coffee. She was probably going to regret all this coffee later, but now it was all that was getting her through this shift. “Yeah, they’re fine. Sally was out for a bit, but she’s back now and its like nothing has happened. Anna is the same as always, and Pan keeps busy. Or I assume he’s fine. It’s not like he talks.” She wasn’t sure if that was enough information for him, but that was really all she had. She enjoyed working with the others, and they all had decent work relationships, but it wasn’t like any of them were bosom friends meeting for drinks all the time. This was sort of the best she had.

When his food arrived, PJ set about eating. The exposed feeling was eating at him, even though he was sitting at the same table as an auror. He couldn’t help but smile just the tiniest bit at her remark about Pan though. “I think Pan can handle pretty much anything...” Assuming that Pan was fine was probably the safest assumption that anyone could make. “But, I’m glad they’re ok,” PJ said. He still felt guilty for what had happened. All the trouble he’d caused. It was good to hear that it hadn’t been completely disastrous. 

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slytherin-francois:

“PJ, got it.” Was that socializing enough for her? “Uh, so… Have a good day?” Fucking hell.

PJ nodded. “Yeah... pretty good...” That was only mostly a lie. As far as days went it was normal. Not terrible at least, but he still wouldn’t call it good if he’d been speaking honestly. But that was just him. Him being a defective twerp.  “Uhm... you?”

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ill-never-grow-up-pan:

“Seeing some friends, partying, getting some ideas for some upcoming parties you know? Gotta keep things fresh and new.” He lied smiling at the boy.

“Right...” PJ nodded, “Sounds... interesting.” It didn’t. And it was probably obvious that was a lie. Really he just needed to leave. Any excuse would do so why couldn’t he think of one?

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protectedviolet:

“Oh. That’s fine. Makes sense. Do you, um, want to sit down? I know the place is getting kinda full.” She wasn’t sure how to relate to him outside of work, but if he was here, then she should make an effort, right? Damn she wished Anna was here. That girl was the people person of the bunch. “I’m, you know, as well as can be expected after last weekend. But nothing new to report really.”

“Yeah, uhm, thanks,” PJ mumbled, lowering himself into the seat opposite Miss Parr. It was kind of awkward, sitting with her, but she was right. The place was getting full. And really, the sooner he sat and finished his food the sooner he’d be back at the castle and hopefully stop feeling so... exposed. PJ hated that coming to Hogsmeade made him feel like that now. There was good reason, but still. He used to love coming to the village. “That’s, uhm... that’s good,” PJ said. He might not have had much contact with Miss Parr before, but he was truly glad that she was doing okay. “And... is everyone else... y’know, alright?” Surely Miss Finkelstein had recovered from her injuries by now, but she was probably still plenty busy. All the aurors of the village branch probably were. And PJ was actually curious how Pan was doing these days.

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protectedviolet:

Vi blinked slightly before looking down at her cup. “Oh. Damn. Thanks.” She carefully picked it up, trying to get a hit of the caffeine before she placed it down in a more secure position. “You all right PJ? You haven’t had any new trouble have you?” She hadn’t dealt much with his case personally, but the sheer amount of time he had spent at the auror office, let alone when Sally and Pan were spending time with him, meant that she had been aware of it. If he was here, it might mean he had something else he needed her to check. 

“No... no new trouble,” PJ said. That didn’t mean there wasn’t trouble. Oh, there was plenty of that. Just nothing that hadn’t already been there for a long time already. And nothing that needed Miss Parr’s attention. “I’m just...” PJ held up the bag holding his potion vials, “replacing some, uhm, supplies... And figured I’d... get some food while I was out.” He tried his best to shrug nonchalantly, to further assure Miss Parr that there was absolutely nothing about him to worry about, but the effect was more awkward than casual. “Uhm... how are you, Miss Parr?” 

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slytherin-francois:

“Don’t mention it.” Francois replied, turning back to his own meal. He wasn’t one to start conversation and the kid didn’t seem to want to talk anyway. Feeling eyes on him, he looked up and met the headmistress’ eyes from the staff table. Letting out a sigh, Francois ran his hand through is hair before looking at the kid. “I’m Francois by the way - Francois Louis.” Blasted woman.

Feeling eyes in his direction, PJ looked up to see the headmistress looking this way from the staff table. Maybe she wasn’t looking at him? Or she was. Before he could really figure out why the headmistress would be looking this way, the other boy introduced himself. “Oh,” PJ said, awkwardly shifting his in his seat as he looked at Francois. “Nice to, uhm, meet you. I’m... Pete Jeterson,” he said, “Uhm... most people call me PJ though...”