Irritable

I do not own Narnia or it's characters.

This idea is based off of a line in my other story, Sorted.

"Edmund was always very stoic, and strong. He rolled with the punches, and didn't show when it hurt. Sometimes that came around to nip his ankles, but Peter had always been there. But this time he hadn't." This will probably be a series of drabbles of all thos times, possibly up until the scene from Sorted (which was Sorcerery and Sudden Vengeance in Caspian). Not sure how far this is going to go.

A little six year old, Edmund was tottering around in Susan's bedroom. He knew he shouldn't be in his 8 year old sister's room, but he couldn't help it. Her room had the best picture books, and crayons in it. He loved to be in there. Just as he was taking out a book, Susan he came in the room.

"Edmund! Please stop touching my things!"

"I just wanted to look at the book, Su".

"Well you could have just asked!"

"Okay. May I please borrow your book?" Edmund smiled at her innocently.

"No! If you had asked, I would have let you. But now it's too late."

Edmund's little face scrunched up, but he quickly composed it. No. I will not cry. Crying is for when you fall down the stairs, and bang your head. Not for when you cannot look at a book. He gave Susan a hurt look, and left the room.

Later that night, he accidently bumped into Susan on his way to bed. Susan was exhausted, and thoroughly exasperated with her little brother.

"Watch where you're going Ed, you nearly made me topple down the stairs!"

"I'm sorry," he said his eyes looking sad. "It was an accident."

Susan rolled her eyes, and slammed the door to her room.

Now Edmund was angry with Susan. He didn't mean to upset her, he just wanted to look at the book, and he really hadn't meant to make her almost fall down the stairs. Why did she have to be so mean sometimes? Just because she was older, and the smartest in her class didn't mean she could push him around.

The next morning, he entered the kitchen, and sat down at the table. Susan shot him annoyed look. He hadn't even done anything yet! All he did was sit down! He stared dejectedly at the table.

"What's wrong with you, Ed?" Peter asked noticing his brother's expression when he entered the room. Edmund shot a glare at Susan, before replying to his brother. "Nothing."

Peter looked from Edmund to Susan, confused. "…Okay, then, can you pass me the milk Susan".

When Peter said this, Edmund had been reaching for the milk at the exact same time.

"I had it first," Susan said.

"No, I did," Edmund whined.

"Who cares? You can't even pour it yourself anyway."

Edmund let go of the milk, dropped his spoon into his bowl, and ran out of the room. Their mother came back into the kitchen at that moment. She watched her youngest son run down the hallway, "Edmund?"

"Leave me alone!"

She looked at her other two children sitting at the table. Peter sighed, and got up to follow Edmund. He entered Edmund's room, and found him with his buried into his pillow.

"Edmund?"

Edmund looked up, and put his face tear streaked face back into his pillow. He was crying. He hadn't meant to. He'd tried his hardest not to, but he did. Now Peter was probably going to call him a cry baby. Peter was always going on about cry babies, and how Edmund shouldn't be one.

Peter sat down on Edmund's dinosaur sheets. "Why are you crying? What's wrong?"

"You'll just tell me I'm a baby," Edmund's muffled voice came from the pillow.

"No, I won't. I promise. Please tell me why you're crying". He pulled Edmund from the pillow, and placed him on his lap.

"Susan is being mean to me. Yesterday, I went in her room, I know I shouldn't have. But she has the best books. I just wanted to look at one, but she yelled at me. Then I bumped into her on the stairs, and she told me that I almost pushed her down them. And then this morning she looked mad at me when I sat down, and wouldn't let me have the milk," Edmund sniffled into Peter's shoulder.

"Edmund, just ignore her. Sometimes she gets annoyed for no reason. You do too, and you know it. But she had no right to take out her irritability on you. I'll talk to her later, and get her to apologize."

"What does irr-irraboolity mean?"

"Irritability. It means that she is grumpy."

"Oh." Edmund got up, and pulled on Peter's hand. "Will you pour my milk for me?"

Peter smiled.