“Hey, wheezy! Having fun being a loser with no friends?”
Peter looked up at the taunting boy in time to see him be slapped on his arm by one of his friends and be chastised quietly by two others. He kept his cocky grin as he walked away with them, to which Peter returned, silently, with one of his own. It was an endearing effort, but Peter found those types of people were few and far between, as even his friends detested his bullying. As the four walked off, Peter hopped up off the bench, tightening his backpack and shutting his book. He’d get back to Hardy’s soon enough, but for now, there was a whole day of exploring to be had.
He stuffed the book into his bag, before making his way to the magic shop. Maybe he could stop by to peep at the adventurers hall too...