#parapeter

[Vi sent him one last owl, telling him to meet her at the portrait to the Gryffindor Common Room. She couldn't remember the password, but knew it wouldn't be long for him to be down. The owled dare was ridiculous. Breaking up with Peter? Utter ridiculousness. But... Dares had to be done, right? She was expecting silly things.. but this? As silly as it sounded, she felt like that'd ruin her life. She sighed, leaning against the stone, trying to think of a loop hole. A joke, maybe? Telling him it was a dare, and then doing it? She shook her head, jsut the idea of breaking up with him making a lump rise in her throat.]

"I have to try." Vi murmured as she paced in a corridor. Since yesterday, the brunette had tried endlessly to force herself to tell Peter exactly how she felt, but being around him made her Ravenclaw head stop working. With a few deep breaths, and a loss of peptalks, she pushed a hand through her hair and stared at the Gryffindor Portrait. She didn't even know the password. 

"Dunce!" She grumbled. The halls were getting dark as Vi leaned against the corridor and let her head fall against her bent knees. How stupid could she get? Coming here to talk to Peter, attempt at working her way into cuddles, and THEN she remembers she can't get in without the password? What a dunce. She sighed and rubbed her temples in annoyance. 

Despite the day being cold, Violetta was in, what she would call, a decent mood. Even with James' assery and finding out her innocent best friend wasn't so innocent. None of that mattered after she'd gotten asked out. Never did she think it would happen. Not that she thought about boys very often, to be honest. Relationships and the idea of spending all your time with one person, who you'd probably end up breaking up with anyways, didn't interest her. Throughout her six years here so far, she'd seen couples break up, hearts break, tears and running mascara. Not to mention, when you don't talk, you hear everything. Boys who had two girls, and girls who'd snogged so and so in the broom closet and couldn't tell her boyfriend. It all disgusted Violetta. Then there was her dad, and the fact that no grades less than perfect were acceptable and if she had a boyfriend that would take from studying. So, dating? Boyfriends? No way. Not in Vi's life.

And all that held very true, until a an hour earlier when she got asked out by one of the cutest, most adorable guys she'd ever met and found herself a stuttering, blushing, embarrassing mess of a teenage girl. What had she been thinking? She didn't know anything about boys. She hadn't even known his god-forsaken name until she described him to Em and she'd told her. As she walked down a street in Hogsmeade, she found herself getting sick with worry. Not even the worrry she felt on days with a test. Just this general, panicky, bats-in-my-tummy feeling. 'I'm going to make a total nonce out of myself, I just know it.' she thought. For comfort, she pulled her cloak around her tighter, suddenly feeling a little chillier. 

However, Peter'd seemed so nice, so part of her thought there was no way he'd think she was a fool. The thought of their earlier conversation, and simply thinking about his adorable face, made a silly-stupid grin pull on her lips. "Well, it couldn't be that bad. And what was to lose? She had to go to Honey Dukes anyways, might as well have the company of a really cute and sweet guy, right?" She murmured softly to herself as she walked. She took a deep breath to calm her mind and racing heart, and in came the sweet smell of one of her favorite shops. 

"I wonder if he's here.." she murmured as she glanced around before spotting what she figured was the back of head. Same color hair, posture and skeletal structure. Nibbling on her lip, with a slightly mischievous oriented smile, she stepped behind him and pressed her hands to his eyes.