[Peter was nervous. He decided to come to this beach party on a whim and mostly because James dragged him there. He tried to protest that he couldn't possibly head to the beach when he didn't have a proper suit but James fixed all that, showing Peter how to use those magical closets. So here he was in his swimming trunks and walking towards the party, happy to mingle with James by his side.

That was before he saw Brittany by the large mound of sand. Peter had made the mistake about telling James about the girl who had made him so flustered his first day here. He tried to pretend that he hadn't seen her but James had. He was unceremoniously pushed forward, leaving him stumbling towards the large pile of sound. By the time he had righted himself to turn and yell at James, his mate was long gone having apparated with a loud pop.

Brilliant. What was he to do now?]

Uhm, hi. I'm ... Peter. I don't know if you remember me but... um, well, that's a lovely... pile of sand you have there.