#peter05

Amelia didn’t want to risk her parents being around when she brought Peter back to hers (although thinking that she was bringing him back to hers was just bizarre) and so they performed a side along apparition straight to her bedroom. They had gone from the wide open spaces of Hestia’s garden to the room filled with so many unnecessary plants and a giant punching bag that the space between them felt even more non-existent. “So... this is my room.” She announced awkwardly. Her hand was still holding his and she let it go to walk over to her record player. She searched through her stack for Fleetwood Mac like she had promised. “Did you drink a lot of tea then? Today, I mean. I’ve never seen so much shitting tea.” She was filling the silence as she searched for this record. 

Knocking over several records onto the floor, she succeeded in finding the one she needed. She carefully placed the record down and the sound of ‘Dreams’ began to fill her room. Turning back around, she realized that she had just left Peter standing there this whole time. “What do you think?” She said, rather softly for her as she watched him simply being in her room. It was a strange sight. “They’re pretty fucking rad, right?” She sat down on her bed and looked up at Peter, inviting him to sit next to her with just a pat on the bed next to her. Today was the most effort she had ever made going to a party before. Sure she was dressed the same as usual, but she allowed Bertha to put a red lipstick on her. She kind of liked it, but this made the whole situation so much more fucking strange and all she could think was, ‘I’ve never had a boy I like here before’