Peter was slightly placated by those words. Someone else's secret to tell. Well, that was a little more understandable. Of course his anger and feelings of betrayal would quickly return when he learned that Remus and James had told other people, had invited people, before their own supposed-best-friends.
"Yeah, just tell us already," he said with a sigh, showing his books out of the way so that he could flop back on his bed, which was messy and disheveled, because he rarely made it, unless he had to. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow.
"And how come everyone else knew, but not us?" That didn't make sense at all!