Faith, Trust, & Pixie Dust

Well, I know one thing you can do.

Well I’m here, aren’t I? So really, I listened to directions, just not in a timely matter. Why isn’t magic working? Is yours working?

I swear to you, if this is some sort of prank, I will personally see to it that none of you graduate. From any university. Ever.

Please. This would be the lamest prank ever. Mine are so much better!

Peter thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah that could be cool! I kind of like the idea. We should definitely do that.” Peter paused, looking back at Tink rather abruptly. “We need to give it a code name. No one else can know what we’re talking about, though. Top secret.” Pacing around, Peter thought about what they could possibly call the operation.”

“I’ll pretend you never said that, because we both now that I am very clever, not that I can be very clever. I just am clever,” she said, giving him a playful shove. She knew others would think the idea was crazy, but Peter always supported her no matter what. It helped that he was just as crazy as her.

“I know! That would be the best.” Peter took them around in circles and swerves, just having fun. He always wondered in the back of his mind why he never played quidditch, but then again, he didn’t like the commitment it took. He would probably be great at it, but he just never got into it. He preferred to watch the games, especially when Tink was playing. “But for the purpose of your safety I suggest you don’t let go.”

“Don’t let go? Why would I–AHH HAHAHA,” she screamed, holding on tighter. “Warn me before you’re going to do that!” She laughed, resting her head against his back. Then, he shot them straight up. “I said warn me!” She said, still laughing as they picked up speed. Not long after, they were slowly descending, and Tink hopped off her broom. “I always have fun,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “But I have to admit that was flitterific! Thistles, I never thought of doing that before. I wonder if anyone else has tried it.” 

Peter waved her off, playfully. “Please, Tink. I’m a great flyer. Your faith in me seems resistant.” Sure, this could end in a disaster, but he was choosing not to see it that way. “If you’re nervous, I would hold on tighter,” he laughed. “Here we go.”

“Nervous? Hmph. I’m not nerv—AHHH!” The sudden ascent startled her, but she quickly became comfortable. So far, so good. They hadn’t fallen and died or anything, so she figured that two people on a broom was pretty safe.

Peter ran alongside Tink once he caught up to how fast she was dragging him away. Their sudden stop startled him a bit, but he was fine. He watched curiously as she went to fetch her broom and brought it back. “Hmm…” Peter suddenly thought of an idea, and held his hand out toward her. “May I?” he asked, gesturing to borrow the broom. “If you were ever going to trust me, now would be a pretty good time,” he smirked at her.

“I love how it’s my broom and you’re the one taking charge. I guess I did let you, though, so I can’t really say much against that.” She got on behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Although she wouldn’t show it to him, part of her was nervous that this plan would fail, and they would end up with broken necks or something. It could be a complete disaster.

Yeah, now that I have the idea in my head you know I have to try it as soon as possible. C’mon.

Tink rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get a move on before I change my mind!” She grabbed his hand and yanked him down the hallway and out to the empty Quidditch field. Then she stopped, pulling him back to a halt. 

Of course you can. That’s true, though. People need to stop seeing only one use in everything. Gosh. Where’s the creativity and imagination, nowadays? And what happens if your broom breaks? People are dumb.

Thistles, I wouldn’t be friends with someone stupid, so...

Gosh, I know, trust me. I think everyone knows how much you love it, Tink.

Pfffft. I can always stand to mention it more. 

I don’t get how people can not like flying. Flying gives you so much freedom, you feel like you can do anything! Like, why even be a wizard if you’re going to hate flying?

Jingles! I know, right? Flying is practically my favorite thing ever ever ever!

Peter looked over as Tink leaned up against him. He never had a problem with it before, and seeing as how he was just prior laying on her, the least he could do was let her lay against him. However, about five minutes into having Tink’s head on his shoulder, Peter’s arm was starting to fall asleep, so he carefully freed it, and, since there wasn’t much other choice in where to keep it, wrapped his arm around her. They had been friends for ages, so there was hardly a situation they hadn’t been in before. It felt natural to have his arma around her, it wasn’t forced. Peter focused on the movie after that, ignoring the little comments that Tink had made earlier. 

“Hostage? Aw, come on! I am totally not a hostage,” Tink said, turning her eyes back to the movie. In the midst of their conversations, she had gotten lost in the story line. Luckily, she didn’t really care that much. The fact that she was with her best friend, talking and having fun, was worth losing the plot for. She would never admit it out loud, but he was more than just a best friend to her...he was her crush. She was sure that, if he found out, it would ruin everything between them. Tink couldn’t risk that.

Their Christmas planning was definitely putting Peter in a much better mood than he had been in lately. Then again, spending time with Tink always seemed to cheer him up. She was always happy, too. He liked her smile. “Hmm… well we could start watching a movie. I’m not sure when dinner is, so we might have to pause it, but.” Thinking, Peter tried to decide on the best non date like activity they could do. That whole conversation with his mother threw him a bit, and on second thought, the movie thing was starting to sound like a bad idea. But, it could go well without it being too date like. Plus, it wasn’t like they had never watched movies together before.

Tink snorted. “Yeah, whatever! I would have picked this movie, anyway...so joke’s on you! Oh, and there totally are flying pigs, thank you very much. They’re just invisible or something. Or maybe they are regular pigs that fly because of pixie dust. You never know...never say never!” She smirked and gave him a playful shove as he sat back down beside her. “Keep telling yourself that’s the reason I’ve been calling the shots, though. We both know the real reason is because I’m the best.”

The second she booped his nose, Peter reacted, crinkling his nose, and playfully pushing her hand away. “That is true, free food and entertainment would ger me to go pretty much anywhere, so I understand.” He rose a brow at her, pausing. “I didn’t know you put on your cocky outfit before coming over,” he teased her, smirking slightly. “Way to self promote. I so could take on a Pirate by myself, by the way.” That was true, Geppetto was an older man; Pete should have figured as much. Meh. 

Tink nodded with enthusiasm. If she had to choose a favorite holiday, she would pick Christmas. For some reason, the holiday reminded her a lot of her sister, Peri. There was something about the time of year that just made Tink happy. “Duh, I’ll help! I’m the best tinker there is. It’s only natural that I should be the one to help Christmasfy everything around here. I dunno, maybe I can build something this year too! You can help me. It’ll be great!” She smiled and pushed away a few strands of blonde hair that had fallen into her eyes, looking back down at her best friend once her vision was clear again.

Mother Says || Pink & Mamma Mayor

Tink snorted and rolled her eyes. “Like you’ve ever seen a real pirate before,” she said, shifting her gaze down to where he lay in her lap. “But I guess if you’re talking about the kind that are in the movies, I guess maybe you could fight one...only with my help! You know you’re nothing without me, Peter Pan.” She smirked and leaned back against the sofa, letting herself become more comfortable. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable, but being around Peter had a tendency to make her slightly jittery. She hoped it didn’t show. Of course, it wasn’t helping that she was there to have dinner with him AND his mom. The Mayor was intimidating, and Tink did NOT like to be intimidated.

Pranking each other. That’ll make it more interesting. Mm, yeah, we’ll see. The person to pull off the most pranks -and they have to be successful- at the end of a weekend wins.

Deal. You’re on. Prepare for pranks beyond your imagination, Peter Pan.