“What are you doing? Trying to figure out what words to spit out to me?” Rab laughed whilst crossing his muscular arms over his chest and leant back on his wooden chair a little bit , he was firmly enjoying himself right now and believed that little Peter Pettigrew could become a massive form of entertainment for the Slytherin boy. However, the way that Peter spoke back to him annoyed Rab, he wasn’t use to someone basically not listening, and bowing to every word so after glancing over to check the Librarian was otherwise engaged, he took out his wand and pressed it into the boy’s side under the cover of the table. “I wouldn’t be too cheeky if I were you, I don’t take too kindly to people making a fool of me”
Peter looked at Rabastan long and hard. He was scared shitless of the Slytherin. He was powerful and wild and yeah, he could take him out if he wanted to right there and now. Peter had to think fast like he always did. Rebastain Lestrange. How would his prestigious family feel if he was caught doing hexes out in the open and not acting like the gentlemen they raised him to be? Peter had to play his Aristocratic status against him and also had to decide something for himself. He was a Gryffindor, and bloody Marauder for fucks sake! Was he really going to let himself be pushed around anymore? Courage wasn't about being fearless, it was about pushing through the fear and he was a goddamn lion. And even on the other hand, if he was going to get into the Dark Arts, he had to be feared and respected by the people he might join. He couldn't have them think he's a weakling.
"D-Do it Lestrange." He stammered, his body starting to shake a bit. He didn't know what he would do but it wouldn't be good. "There are witnesses. Someone is bound to see you." His voice steadied a bit and he went for his want, shaking hand tightening around it. "And even if they aren't, what ever lie you make up, no one is going to believe you. Who would take the big bad Slytherin side over sweet innocent Peter?" Adrenaline started to take over and he leaned closer to Rabastian. "You know as well as I do Dumbledore favors Gryffendor tremendously so where does that leave you? A letter send home to mummy and daddy and some public humiliation. Sure I might be in the hospital wing, or even worse, but because you cant control your temper, you might end up making a scene and disgracing your entire family name. The Black are very proper, the might not want a monster like you with their daughter after that little incident. People will talk."
Proud of himself of the possibility very foolish speech he just made, Peter sat back and smirked, really unsure of himself and his actions. "We wouldn't want that now, would we?"
