Girls would forever be an enigma to Peter. In his dreams, he was royalty, a prince who was spoiled to the finer things, including whatever woman he wanted in his bed. He didn't even need to ask, save for the one chamber girl he'd started to fall for before he was arrested.
Be gentle, King Roland had said, as if Peter ever needed the advice.
Now he could use it. His mother would have told him not to make any move, no matter how much he wanted to. His father...well. Who knew what his father would say? Show her the motorcycle, maybe. She seemed much more interested in whatever Kwidditch was anyway.
For his part, magic only made Peter feel tense. He didn't know why he didn't trust it or the sorcerer. All he knew was he didn't want to grow to distrust Alecto because of it. "Just don't become too much of what your dreams say you are," was all he said.