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Shifting in her chair again, Moira nodded. While she didn't live it herself, she understood how that works. Her aunt was proof enough wasn't she? The family had nearly torn in two when she chose a career in Hogwarts over working in the family broom shop in Diagon Alley. It was expected of her, and she hadn't been what her other sisters had been.

"Well. Who wants to be predictable anyhow." Moira shook a hand towards Beckett and grinned mischeviously. She prided herself on not being predictable. Which, she supposed, essentially made her predictable. But it was much too late to be thinking like that.

Turning to rest her chin on her arms as she folded them across the back of the couch, Beck followed Peter with her eyes, watching him pace. A slight frown curved the corners of her mouth as she wondered what was bothering the boy. Though probably unnoticed by most, the sound of Peter's steps had changed slightly as the topic of parents had come up. She knew it was a tough subject for him, how could she not when she remembered what had happened as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. When his parents had died, Beck had been particularly affected because she knew full well the pain and grief that accompanied losing someone that close to you. Although her mother hadn't died, Beckett hadn't seen her in some years, and she could ultimately deal with that, but when they'd lost Bryce...her world had come crashing down around her ears.

Reaching out, Beck gently snagged the sleeve of Peter's shirt, giving it a light tug. She didn't want to say anything to embarass him in front of their fellow housemates, but she was bothered by the fact that he was so clearly upset. Not knwoing what else to do, she settled on a gentle smile.

Right as he felt a hand on his sleeve, his pacing stopped abruptly. He wasn't sure what was on his arm, until he slowly looked over to see Beckett, the gorgeous red head smiled at him, her hand on his arm.
"Beck.." He started, trying to thank her, even though she didn't do much.

Peter tried to manage a smile, but unfortunately he couldn't get his mouth to curve upright. His eyes fell on Beckett's a look on sincerity could be seen from the sheen in his eyes.
After a moment of just looking at Beckett, he turned his gaze to his feet, tensing up his shoulders and his neck as he prevented himself from looking like a wimp.

I really wish I was on that field right now. I'd rather take a bludger to the head than this. Anything but this.

When Nico wrapped his arm around him, peter couldn't help but frown. he hated being the center of attention, that was, unless it was something like that fall on the quidditch team. He closed his eyes, wishing he could just apparate to the quidditch field, and practice. After a quick moment, he finally spoke, hearing Nicodeamus and his small concerned words.

"I know. I shouldn't be so self centered. It's hard not to though." His words could hardly be herd as he clenched his fists, digging his nails into the palm of his hand. The urge to punch something was overwhelming, since he had so much anger building up inside. However, he knew that he couldn't let it out, not there that is. Peter would always let his anger out on the quidditch field, and he planned to do that during their next game.

Almost instantly, Peters resolve was back, and a smile was on his face. Looking outside, the moon was brightening up, signaling that it was getting later and later at night.
"Yah know Beck, I would take you up on that, but it's getting late. I appreciate the offer, but I wouldn't be able to stay awake long enough to play." Peter lifted the large arm off his shoulders, trying to get out of Nicodeamus's clutches.

As he walked by Peter put his hand calmly on Beckett's shoulder, giving her a genuine smile he reserved only for special people. Peter paced back and forth, debating on whether he should just go up to bed or stay down a little longer.

Most of him just wanted to go upstairs to bed so he could sulk, the other part of him wanted to just go to the Quidditch field and run, or get on his broom and just fly, or just fly up to the posts and sulk there. Putting on a fake smile Peter turned back to Beckett and Nicodeamus. Trying not to do anything to upset them, or make them think he was upset. That was what Peter was good at, and he was glad about it.

With quick movement, the tall man instantly returned to his chair, but was staring at Peter. "Peter..." he trailed, "You've had trouble, I know. D'you want some time alone?" Nico knew that he wasn't helping. He wasn't used to trying to console his pals with emotional problems. Usually, he'd pummel the people who made fun of his mates.

"Stop rolling your eyes at me, Beck. And Peter, do you want to play a game of Wizards Chess?" he called, not even looking at them. His face betrayed his anger, the set of his jaw rigid. His frown was almost a scowl, and his grey eyes were cold. Nicodeamus was completely immersed in his thoughts, and did not notice Moira's gaze upon him. Peter's pain was creating waves towards him, and he could not help but have his thoughts on his late mother and frail sister. His shoulders shook from fury, deep grey eyes shut tight.

"The only reason my dad's alive is because I'm still in school, and because Lillian is so weak. The moment she's alright, he'll go the same way as my mother," he muttered to himself, underneath his breath.

Peter sighed, trying his hardest not to laugh. His friends did care about him, though, they weren't very good at helping him out. With a wide, honest grin, Peter flung himself, upside down, over the back of the couch. His knees were hanging off the back and his head was upside down. This was one of the things he did in order to get back in a good mood.

When he herd the comment about him wanting to play Wizarding chess, he shook his head. "Nico, you only want to play wizarding chess to make yourself feel better. You and I both know that you'll beat me hands down. I suck at stradegy games."

When Peter looked up at Beck, he flashed her a smile, letting her know that he was alright. "Nico be nice to poor beck. Let her roll her eyes. It's rather funny." With a wink Peter made his head go vertical, upside down so that all of the blood would rush to his head. Peter always did as such just to keep his head straight, even if it did make him a little loopy.

Moira smiled down at Nico, her only chance to smile down, since he was seated. He was right, she didn't know how bad, but she had an idea. She knew how she would feel if it were Edgar. Her baby brother was almost her entire life, leaving room for Hogwarts of course. Gently, Moira withdrew her hand and tucked a long red curl behind her ear. She found it funny that Nico was trying to reassure her when he was the one hurting.
She was relieved when Peter began joking again though. Maybe things could calm down.
"Peter, my brother could beat you at wizards chess." Moira laughed. She didn't add that Edgar was a monster at the game. He had even beat her father once or twice before.