pmathesson:

     _{As soon as he exited, he listened in soft understanding and started at a slow pace. “Yeah. I get that. What’s going on?” And Pete doubted he’d be of aid, but being able to vent was better than nothing, he knew that much. Complicated described most problems, even if they seemed simplistic, it could’ve been anything, and anything— not knowing rather— bothered him. Peter was keen to find out what was bugging her and if possible, fix it.}

      When he pursued the topic further, she turned around to face the front once more - having reached the area where you could clearly see the shrieking shack, she took it upon herself to lean up against the railing, eyes focused on the distance in front of her.

                                                                            “You’ll think it’s stupid.”
                            
                             Because God only knows why
                             she was ranting to a Slytherin–
                             if it’d been anyone else, she was
                             sure they would merely laugh in
                             her face at her antics.

         “I’m scared, Pete.”

                                          The wizarding world was in
                                          grave danger, and she had
                                          many reasons to fear what
                                          was to come.