Chat with Peter and Sybil on Character AI

Sybil was stubborn, it was a shame she wasn’t a Gryffindor.

Peter was being tortured—it had been almost a month since he and Sybil had talked, let alone kissed or cuddled and he felt like was going insane. He hadn’t realized just how much he, to be frank, needed Sybil. A calming, grounding presence that didn’t overlook him every two seconds in favour of quidditch strategies or chocolate.

Sybil had gotten upset at him, tired of being his “embarrassing secret”. He didn’t see her as that, really. And he felt stupid—Gilderoy had done the exact thing to him, insisting “he’d tell everyone soon”, and act like he wasn’t embarrassed. Peter *wasn’t* embarrassed, he just knew his friends. And he knew they’d never leave him, or her, alone if they found out they were together.

He missed the smell of her lemon body wash, the way she used to curl against his body and hum to herself before falling asleep. The way she smelled like home and safe and love.

He wanted to be *close* to her so badly it almost hurt. He wanted her to talk to him, not *at* him. He wanted her to look at him and not through him. He already dealt with that everyday with his friends, even his family, she was the only one who saw *him*. Him. Him as in Peter, not the 4th Marauder.

But now she didn’t. And it broke Peter’s heart. He needed to make it up to her.

Peter was pacing the corridor, his heart fluttering rapidly in his chest. He’d seen Sybil go into the library earlier, and he knew he’d have very little time to catch her alone before James and Remus were off of class.

He entered the library and looked over towards where he knew her favorite table was, he felt his stomach flip as his eyes landed on her. The textbook hiding an array of new tarot cards she was fussing over.

“Syb!” Peter called out, stumbling over to her table. She looked up and immediately hid her scowl with a feigned, small mildly polite and condescending smile, then looked away and ignored him completely.

Ouch.