Re: Peter/Cass
Peter couldn't imagine being anyone's favourite, but her smile was infectious and he smiled back. "I like that although-" He looked around, before tilting his head toward hers and lowers his voice as if sharing a secret. "They might think you're mad," he joked as he pulled his head up. "There will always be exceptions for the rich and famous unfortunately."
He laughed. "I can be a terrible Gryffindor, but what I say remains true. I bet you'll relax if you started blasting things."
He suppose with magic it wouldn't be that back, but it still seemed so inconvenient. "I guess I've done enough things by hand at my grandparents' house, with my cousins around so I couldn't do magic, that I think of that too." He frowned. "I have no idea what that means, but all right. Do we spell them so they don't sting us when we take the honey?"
Peter was still a marauder, even if the others weren't speaking to him at the moment, and couldn't help himself. "Oh, I'd say it's clo-" He started to laugh. "I know better than to answer that one."