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Anna blinked at Selena's expression, deflating soon after. She recognized that look, she knew it well. 'Jealousy.' She thought with an inward sigh, scratching the back of her head idly. She disliked being caught in the middle of things; even if said thing was mostly one-sided. When Selena asked her question, Anna nodded and scooted closer to the girl, slinging her arm across her shoulder so as to allow both of them better vantage points. "'Course you can." She smiled a bit, looking at the pictures for a moment when she had an abrupt epiphany. "Hold on, you didn't go?" She scrutinized the girl briefly, at the same time fighting the urge to laugh with obscure, certainly very odd results. Mostly it was a lot of muffled giggling and strange, gargle-like sounds and weird facial expressions. But she was just being Anna. In the end, she lost the battle and laughed into her arm so as to muffle the rather loud sound so as not to wake her sleeping housemates. She soon stopped, though, and looked back and forth between the two siblings with a serious expression, expectant for Selena's answer.

Anna quickly collected herself, going on looking at the pictures as if she'd never stopped. However, with her handy periphral vision she often used for quaffle-catching, she noticed Selena's scowl. Unsuccessful in her attempt to hide a smirk, she instead changed the subject. Rather, she broached the subject Selena most likely had no wish to talk about, merely to annoy her. After all, the privileges of being Anna Wilcox's 'little sister' came with teasing rights. "Oh?" She asked, feigning interest rather well - at least she liked to think so. "And what, may I ask, did you do instead? Why, if it were me and I'd been invited to a Romanian dragon preserve, I'd've jumped at the chance." She informed them sneakily, her index finger in the air smartly. "Mind you, not only for the fascinating sights and the bloody brilliant beasts, but for the golden opportunity of a life time to annoy Damian to death. Or at least close to it." She then flashed a grin at her date, before pretending to once again be entranced in the book.

( Right.. Sorry, but I'm tired. Good night, Jackie. <3 )

Peter slumped into the common room, not really noticing if Beckett was behind him or not. Ducking as he went through the passageway, he was like he had grown half a foot over the summer.
"I don't remember having to duck so far when entering the common room. If I grow any taller I wont be able to do a lot of things. Like drive."
With a smile, not sure if he was talking to himself or not, he made his way over to an arm chair, sinking his tall toned frame into the cushions of the chair.
His legs were stretched out, his pants almost to short compared to his legs. You could almost see his socks as he stretched his legs out.

Moira watched Beckett and Peter enter the common room, and gave them both a wave.
They appered quite a pair, both being quite tall. Moira slightly envied Beckett's height, it suited her.
Not that she was unhappy with her looks. She was cute, and she knew it. Not enough to be arrogant, arrogance was a pet peeve of hers. But enough to have self confidence. Which she knew was important. Her mother never let her forget it.
She smiled. Her mother had been almsot a child herself when she had found Moira as an infant. They had practically grown up together, the three of them. Her father being the third.
She felt a warm feeling settle in her chest. She adored her parents.

And they adore me. So then why did my mother ask me if I wanted to find my real parents?

Anna held up her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, sorry I asked." She ended her tired for now, visibly wincing at the jaws in Selena's tone. Had she gone too far? Was it really only blood relatives' job to annoy the youngest? Feh. How stupid could you get? She shook off such thoughts of mercy - she didn't have an ounce of mercy in Quidditch, why have a drop in everything else? - and focused back on the photo book. Minutes later, the common room was silent except for the older Gryffindors on the couch. As such, Anna finished looking through the photos. She closed it and handed it to him, smiling a bit.

"I wish I could've gone with you lot... I imagine it was loads of fun."

Anna's face flushed. However, she chose to ignore it and was determined to do a valiant job. She glanced up at him, flashing him a side-long grin. "Not yet." She responded truthfully, the redness in her cheeks only made more prominent by her scarlet and gold tie. However, like mentioned earlier and because. she. was. Anna., she ignored it.

"'Bout you, Pete-pete, had your first kiss, yet?" One simply could not be teased without teasing back; things simply didn't work that way. And after a few years of being on the Quidditch team with him, she thought she knew him well enough for that level of poking fun.

Peter grinned, glad that he had successfully gotten Anna to blush, and to that lovely shade of red too. When she said 'Not yet', he smiled, sure that Damian would do it soon enough.

However, when she called him Pete-pete, his smile faded instantly into a frown. His sister tried to call her Pete, but since that was what everyone called his father, it saddened him. Evelyn immediately stopped calling him that after the accident.

Returning a smile on his face, he stood up, and walked over to the fireplace, leaning against the stone work. The only reason he was up was because if he sat down he would fall fast asleep. If he wanted to continue talking to his friends, Anna, Damian, and the beautiful Beckett, he would need to stay awake.

With a dashingly sexy smile, he looked at Anna head on, bound to make her feel inferior.
"Don't worry love, I've gotten a lot more action than that. Way more." He emphasis on the 'lot'. Bound and determined to make sure that she knew he meant that he had gotten farther with a girl, not farther with multipul girls. Peter had only had one girl friend, who he was bound and determined that he loved. After three years she dumped him for an exchange student, and left him crushed. Peter didn't like to talk about her much, not after he had finally gotten over the girl.

Turning his attention to Nic, his expression changed from playful, to depressed rather quickly. The name 'Pete' always struck a nerve. Peter wasn't the first Peter Lauritz, he was the second, and so no one got confused, he was always Peter, and his father was Pete.
"Please..Nic, don't call me Pete." With a sad look in his eyes, he managed a rather meager smile, crossing his arms, letting his messy brown hair fall into place.
"And about the height thing, of course you'll be taller than me, unless I turn out to be part Giant, which would mean that my mother had an affair with a giant. Considering that both of my parents were rather normal sized.." He managed a smirk, mainly fueled by his muscle urge to yawn. Resisting, he instead took a deep breath through is nose.