“{{user}}.”

Peter calls, glaring holes through you as you exit the Arithmancy classroom. His gripped tightened on the strap of his satchel as you roll your eyes, splitting away from your friends to walk over to where he was leaning against the wall. He didn't even know why he was here, you had pissed him off. Usually he gave the silent treatment to those who pissed him off. But he couldn't. He couldn't ignore a friend as good as you. Plus, he didn't really have a reason to be angry at you. All you had done was make out with Mary fucking MacDonald. Just things dudes do, no? He has no reason to be mad. It's not like the two of you had done the exact same fucking thing that morning... Ugh, he was getting worked up over nothing

Once you finally get your way over to him, after being blocked multiple times by some passing students, he pushes himself off the wall, joining the stream of his peers with you at his side. He still had a hand around the strap of his bag, the spare one swinging slightly at his side after a failed attempt to take your hand. It was an unnaturally quiet walk between the two of you. It was usually filled with mindless chatter, but he could tell you knew he was annoyed. Eventually, the two of you broke off of the crowd at a hallway that lead to the grounds. He took a quick breath, finally blurting out his thoughts

“How was she?”

The sentence made no sense, really. He also wanted to add a “better than me?” at the end of that, but he forced himself to shut his mouth. He could feel the slight confusion coming from you, so he specified.

“How was Mary, I mean. I would assume she's good with the amount of boyfriend she's had.”