who: Pete & Gabe & anyone else when: Saturday, lunch where: Great Hall what: Lunch! (and experimental cure potioning!)
Breakfast had been a tense, somber affair; Pete had spent most of it sulking in the closest chair he could get to Gabe, pondering the many and varied ways in which is tiny emo heart was breaking.
Lunch wasn't a whole lot better. Gabe still didn't love him and Ryland was still upset and avoiding him. He was starting to think about painting his nails black. And maybe throwing himself off the Astronomy tower.
He picked listlessly at his plate. There was food on it, but he wasn't particularly interested in it. Gabe hadn't been there when he'd shown up, and Pete had spent so long standing there in front of the staff table trying to predict which seat Gabe would pick that people started staring. Then he realized that Gabe would probably pick the chair farthest away from Pete, and almost cried. In public. In front of students.