#ch:peter2.0

Peter was once again late to his first period class, sliding and ducking against a hoard of seniors as he tried desperately to make his way down the stairs of the dormitory building. He cursed the time zone change under his breath; he wasn’t as late in London. After barely making it to the last step with all of his books, an out of breath Peter squinted up at the clock through his thick-lensed glasses, letting out a little sigh as the secondhand clicked to 8:00 and the chimes rang out. He decided to head back up the stairs, because his class was all the way on the other side of campus, and if he was late, he may as well not show up at all.

Before he could turn to head back up to his dorm, his shoulder was slammed into by some blonde girl that obviously needed to be in class more than he did. She didn’t pause to apologize or anything, which struck poor ol’ Peter as odd, especially since her recklessness resulted in his books slamming to the ground and a dull ache in his shoulder. He reached a hand across his chest, rubbing his fingers into his sore arm before bending down to pick up his books. As his hand came into view, he noticed a gold shimmering on his fingers, and brought them closer to his eyes to inspect them thoroughly. It was a strange, dusty substance that tingled the tips of his fingers, making them feel lighter, almost. He lifted his head just as the girl seemed to float out of the huge glass doors and out into the the quad, leaving a trail of the same glittering stuff behind her. She turned her head back for a just moment, but Peter still swears to this day that it all happened in slow motion. She was gorgeous, petite, blue-eyed, and… leaving.

Peter hurried after her, the soles of his shoes picking up more of the dust with every step. She made a sharp turn, and more of the dust feathered off of her body and into Peter’s face. The strange stuff caused him to sneeze rather violently. So violently, in fact, that he was sent somersaulting over her and suspended upside down, his face just inches from hers.

Her bright eyes widened to the size of dinner saucers at the sight of him so close to her. Peter, for once, was at a loss for words. He knew the dust had something to do with his floating, because he certainly couldn’t do it before. He stumbled and stammered through a “H-h-hi,”, still unsure of how he was supposed to get back on the ground. The girl giggled, reaching up to spin him back upright. “Thank you,” he exhaled, his toes now hovering just above the pavement. She brushed a bit of the glitter off his shoulders, lowering him all the way to the ground.

The little blonde introduced herself as Trixie, a freshman, to which Peter quickly replied that he was also a freshman, named Peter Woods. He inquired about the dust, and her lateness, and how on earth her eyes could be so bright, all in an effort to keep her in front of him just a tad longer. They ended up heading off campus and into the woods, both of them sort of walking, sort of flying, and spending the whole day in the trees, talking and laughing and… flying.