Peter Pan attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...?!
Who is Peter Neverwood?
Peter Pan, as many know, is a curious young boy who enjoys exploring worlds outside of Neverland - particularly the location of London. One day he just so happened to stumble across a part of London that was much more magical than he realized.
Unfortunately, it was also through magic that his memory was temporarily lost to him and he was taken for a new student attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It turned out that Peter - as the only boy who never grew up - had quite a knack for magic. The only problem was that magical or not, school was school, and the whole idea seems a bit too suffocating for Peter's tastes.
That's why Peter - now known as Peter Neverwood (for Peter never would grow up) - has become something of a nasty young Gryffindor, acting out and rebelling when he can in order to ensure they don't make him be a man. He still loves flying as much as ever (though now by broomstick rather than happy thoughts), loves pulling pranks on others, fooling around, playing games, and having fun.
One of his favorite pranks are offering others exploding bon-bons, so watch out! He also hates adult authority as much as ever, but for some peculiar reason he seems to have developed an aversion to the color green and now hates it. Perhaps it reminds him too much of his lost memories as Pan? Or are those memories being suppressed...?
Again the boy started babbling about things that Pan didn't understand. These words sounded silly enough to have been invented by a child, so he wasn't sure if they were part of Neverwood's active imagination or an actual thing. "Billywig sounds inefficient for flying. The true fun of flying doesn't unfold unless you have complete control, otherwise you just wiggle about like a fool."
Of course own benefit was involved, and Peter didn't believe anyone did anything for reasons that weren't selfish, but no malevolence was involved as he really did believe it would work. He didn't hate the child and he wasn't obstructing his goals, so the offer was more out of curiosity than anything. Carefully he pulled out a vial that hung around his neck on the inside of his shirt and took a pinch of the green, glittering dust. He sprinkled it over the red-haired boy and waited to see what happened. Usually Pan's magic was compatible with the magic of other worlds, but one could never be certain. "Give it a try, then."
"It's because of how the powder looks. Because it glitters, it seems like it would be dust from a pixie's wings. At least that's what I think," Pan explained. A vague grin tugged on his lips at the other boy's caution, and he shook his head. "No, you don't eat it. I simply sprinkle some over your head and let you think happy thoughts. That's all it takes. I doubt you would get in trouble for it. It's not dangerous in the least. Unless you're suffering from depressions. Then you could drop to the ground."
"Despite what it sounds like, it's unrelated to pixies," Peter explained, watching the boy's curiosity with some amusement. "I harvest it from special trees in Neverland. For a while I was worried they had gone barren, but they're back in bloom again ever since- ... well, it doesn't matter. Do you want to try some?" he asked with a smirk, coyly tilting his head to the side.
After chasing the other boy through the air, he didn't expect to startle him like that. How did he think he was going to follow him? He didn't have a broom on him, after all.
"I just need pixie dust to fly-" Peter spun around as the other boy dipped under him, feeling awkward being inspected like that. The boys he used to hang with held him in higher reverence than to allow such invasive behavior. "I don't have a broom. I'm not a witch."
Glass slippers sounded pretty useless to Pan, and he furrowed his brows. Half of what this kid said didn't make sense to him Gryffindor? He knew what a griffin was, but the boy looked nothing like that. Perhaps he was part of a people that worshiped griffins. After the other boy slipped out through the window, Peter approached the sill and gazed out into the night. He had heard of people riding broomsticks before, so was this boy a witch? Before he could follow him, he needed to test his flying abilities. In some worlds, he found himself unable to fly, while in others it worked spectacularly. He took a deep breath and gave it a try, and soon a feeling of elation overcame him and he lifted off the ground. Excellent. I can fly. With that, he shot out of the window to give chase to the red-haired boy.