"Er. Lizzy is pretty." Peter looked at his plate, heat rising in his cheek. He really was no good at talking about girls either. "She went to the winter ball with me, you know?"

And, yes, unfortunately he realised that she had likely only said yes because James had asked for him and she had wanted to sit at the Marauder's table, but hey. He was a Marauder! And she had given him a peck on the cheek that he had told James was a lot more than just a peck. "We snogged."

There, now his reputation could grow further. He pierced a potato and happily ate it.