A/N: My sister never knocks when she enters my room. That's where this came from, just fyi.
Incident 1
Ed had always stumbled into rooms without knocking first, but it wasn't really of much consequence until he was a little older. The first time of note was in his very own home, when he was around five years old.
He had been running at top speed, heading straight for the bathroom. Little Edward had just come in from outside, where it was raining cats and dogs. And of course, moving water, especially rain, does not do the nearly-full bladder any good.
So there he was, moving like a comet, streaking into the living room, up the stairs, into the halll, and bursting through the bathroom door without a second thought.
"BROTHER!"
The half-indignant, half-shocked shriek scared the daylights out of Ed, and he backpedaled as fast as he could into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.
"Sorry, Al!"
A soft sigh. "It's fine, brother."
"...Hey, Al?"
"Yes?"
"Could you maybe hurry up?"
