Peter didn't like this. Avery was... unsettling. More unsettling than Peter remembered him having been before. And though the fire was nice and the promise of food extremely welcome, he wasn't entirely certain it was going to be worth it.

"I didn't know your Mum had left," he admitted. His voice was hoarse and cracked from disuse. The last time he'd actually spoken to someone was... he couldn't remember. "Where did she go?" He shifted in his seat, hoping to Merlin that Avery wouldn't immediately hex him for asking a question.