Peter felt a little rush of jealousy, as he always did when people talked about their father teaching them things. James used to do it, and Remus as well, without realising how it made him feel. If Peter had had a father to teach him things, maybe his life wouldn't have gone to crap quite so quickly. But there was no point in dwelling on that now - the thought passed in less than a second and was gone.
"I've been using a net," Peter explained lamely, pointing the tangled mess hung out on the rock. "I caught a couple things once... but that must have been beginner's luck or something. I've... been wondering if there's some sort of spell you can use to draw them in, like." He bit his lip.