Peter
Peter sat down at the Gryffindor table and surveyed the food on offer. They had shepherd's pie tonight, one of his favourites. He reached over ready to pile it on his plate when he stopped.
“Omg my dad doesn't even weigh that much, are you sure it's healthy? you should get that checked out”
Maybe he shouldn't.
He sighed and reached over to take some of the salad. It must be good for him, it had tomatoes in it. Peter didn't like tomatoes.
“Hey Pete, there's tomatoes in that,you don't like tomatoes.”
It was James.
“Look they have Shepherd's pie, that's your favourite isn't it?” he said, passing Peter a plate with a hearty portion on it.
“I'm alright” he said, although it took some effort not to concede.
“Peter, a piece or two of lettuce and some tomatoes you don't even like isn't what will make your body happy. Eat it”
James said, nudging the plate in his direction.
“James” he started. “Don't you think I should be eating.. less, not more?”
“Oh Pete, you don't need to worry about eating less or more, you just need to eat what's right, and your body will tell you that” James said, a look in his eyes Peter couldn't quite place. Was it pity? He didn't want James to pity him.
“Yeah but I don't think it's healthy” he said quietly. James was an athlete, that, at least, would make him understand.
“Peter, you're a perfectly normal weight, you do know that right?”
“I'm heavier than you though” he said with a frown. “and Remus and Sirius an-”
“You're the right weight for you though. What's healthy for someone else might not be healthy for you”
Peter paused. He thought about that for a minute. It did sort of make sense, although he had his doubts.
“Eat, Peter” James said, with a pointed glance at the plate he'd given him.
Peter sighed, with one last place at the slightly sad excuse of a salad.
“Okay, fine” he followed with, before eating his shepherds pie (that he thoroughly enjoyed thank you very much) while James smiled at him.
“I have my eye on you, by the way” he said before standing.
“I'll know if you stop eating properly again. And if you want salad, we're making a good one, no offense to the house eleves or anything".
“Alright mum” Peter muttered, rolling his eyes as the other boy left.
What he didn't notice was that James never ate anything.