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A new term didn't mean much for Peter other than he could get detentions again. It was nice to have a break from that. But also, it meant he didn't have much to do that warranted detentions, and that wasn't as much fun. He liked being a pain in the ass to every living creature, but at home, with his mother, it was hard to get out of line. While he might not listen to her that often, the swift slap to the back of the head that she typically delivered was effective.

Hands in the pockets of his trousers, Peter had been moseying along, not really concerned if he got to dinner at time. He'd have a spot with Eddie regardless, but it also meant sitting with Callum. Even though the Quidditch captain wasn't as suspicious as he should be, Peter still couldn't stand to be around him. His obliviousness to the whole situation probably irritated him more than anything.

Trying to clear his mind of such thoughts, the boy shook his head just in time to be run into. The sixth year stumbled forward a bit, letting out a groan of annoyance. "The fuck?" the words flew from his mouth before he could think, but thankfully on discovery of who it was, couldn't get in trouble for swearing (unless she told).

"Walk much?" He questioned, an amused look on his face.

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The boy offered a smirk in response to her reply, not really feeling the need to add a cutting line. While he was typically the bane of everyone's existence, he didn't deliver sharp lines every time he opened his mouth. He did temporarily consider offering a possible reason for why she was distracted, but thought better of it. It was more amusing to offer a smart ass reply when the person wasn't expecting it, and it was all too easy for him to say something sexually crude right then.

Peter was surprised that she tried to keep conversation with him though, having half expected her to just scamper off on her way to the Great Hall. It was always weird how girls like her were more ballsy than the girls that typically thought they were bad ass.

"Don't remember most of it." He shrugged, hands returning to his pockets for safe keeping. "Too drunk." He then added the unnecessary explanation with a lopsided smirk. He didn't expand on it though, because that would require going into embarrassing detail about how he did it over a stupid girl. Well, one night, at least. The other nights he couldn't require were mostly from just too much partying in general.

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"A good thing." He quickly corrected her, not knowing when not remembering stupid events was ever a good thing. He did a lot of stupid things when he was drunk, so it was best to not remember them. He was entirely aware that he had pole danced at some point at Matt and Lynne's party thanks to being informed of it (again, and again, and again). Actually, Peter remembered the majority of the birthday party, it had been the Bradley's party that was a total black spot in his memory.

"Better to do would have been being coherent at pureblood parties." He said this with little regard to the fact that she wasn't a pureblood. That shit didn't matter anymore, at least, not like it used to. There were certain families (Malfoys, Warringtons, even the Urquharts at some times) that still cared about all that rubbish, but Peter thought everyone sucked.

"Get expelled then." He said this nonchalantly, starting to head in the direction of the Great Hall again. "You'll have to fuck up really bad though," considering he was still there.

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Peter didn't think much of her reply, really. It was the typical answer. Everyone was so concerned about their schooling. While he didn't care about his blood status, he knew it would help him along in life. If he didn't want to work? He probably wouldn't have to. His mother would nag him, but he doubted she'd ever let his father give him the boot. Amounting to something wasn't high on Peter's priority list and he knew that it'd eventually be his downfall. Did it change anything he did? No, of course not. He had a year and a half left and then he could worry about what his life was going to become. He had no desire to be restrained by a desk job or family, so it was something he kept at the back of his mind.

"Get caught." He replied, a subtle hint of amusement in his tone, as well as a knowing smile. Peter had done things, bad things, that had he been caught, he would have been expelled. The Vaisey thing? A very good example of that. What he had done earlier in the year to the twins had been another good example, but that was long forgotten. Poison cookies. It had been hilarious.

"Stick to being a good little girl then and do your studies." He glanced over at her and offered a wide smirk then shuffled forward.

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Peter wasn't even sure why they were having this conversation to begin with. Hadn't she been upset the last time they talked over journals? Sure, he had been vulgar and intentionally upsetting and currently wasn't being so bad, but it was the principle of the matter. Most girls responded to him in person with something like 'ew, Peter! at first sight. That didn't really bother him -- unless he wanted to date him. That was one place his brother was definitely better than him: girls.

"Yeah, if you enjoy getting used by anyone that feels like taking advantage of you. How's it feel to be a doormat for every bloke in life?" She was the kind of girl his brother went after. The sweet, slightly sassy girl that seemed too naive for their own good. They were easy to trick with false feelings and smooth words. While Eddie was a pro at it, Peter never attempted. It just wasn't his thing. It wasn't Gordon's thing either, though neither was girls (in Peter's opinion).

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He hit a nerve. That much was clear by her uncomfortable movements and repeated attempts to imply she wasn't a doormat, which obviously implied she was. "If you weren't, you wouldn't have to try to prove your point by defending it so repetitively." Now he was being a bit mean, but that's just what one could come to expect from him.

"Don't worry, once you lose your virginity to some guy that treats you exactly like a doormat, knocks you up and leaves you with three kids and no life skills, you can complain how you were too nice. That's what they all do." Or, in his experience, that's what all the old housewives bitched about to one another as they sipped their tea from their expensive china in the comfort of their study in their mansions.

"It's a real buy for sympathy." This was said with a shrug.

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He was pretty sure her excuses and explanations were the same sentiments generations of women past had given and still all ended up in the same spot when they were nice, little doormats. Of course, he didn't think all women would end up that way. There were girls in school that were already refusing to conform to the normal standards that were expected of them, which meant they'd either end up with a very tolerating man, a weak man, or alone and with several cats to call their family. The latter was quite a few girls at school, actually, but Peter wouldn't make a list.

"If you say so," He replied with a smirk, trying to get under her skin now. "Maybe you should be a lesbian so that doesn't happen." While it wasn't ideal, it did have its appeal. Lesbians were cool and all, until you wanted to watch and then they got lame. "Or, you know, stop being a doormat." Yeah, that sounded reasonable too.

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"All it takes is getting you drunk, eh?" His brows arched, a rather devious and amused look coming to his face. She really was too easy. Now he was going to be offering to make her a drink all the time. Why people got mad at him when they handed his ammo right to him was beyond him. Of course, most people thought he was serious, which was also their problem.

"Well, for one, you're still having this conversation." It was a good point, and in Peter's mind, was all the point he needed. He could elaborate too, though. "You're also just the type. A nice, quiet, little prude that freaks out at the mere mention of anything inappropriate. And you're a Hufflepuff. I could probably get you to do my homework by just actually being nice." Hufflepuffs seemed like suckers most of the time when it came to Slytherins that pretended to be nice. Actually, that was how most girls were about him. They all wanted him to be "nice".

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Peter made a face when she said talking to him was interesting. "Then you like abuse." He replied quickly, a bit of frustration leaking into his tone. What she one of those girls? That was how his "ex-girlfriend" had been earlier in the year, just intrigued by him. He wasn't that interesting, and he certainly shouldn't be causing intrigue in a girl's mind. "Because I'm anything but fucking interesting." So much for general conversation, he was back to being surly and didn't care.

"Shove off." This was said as he drew near the Great Hall doors, briefly giving her a dark look. "I can't be seen walking in with someone like you." This was just said to put the icing on the cake. Soon enough, he was off, heading toward the Slytherin table and away from the Hufflepuff girl.

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