"No."

Lucy's face fell instantly as the word slid from his lips. After all of the time she'd spent getting ready, to be shot down so quickly and simply was more than she could bear. She had even curled her hair, for goodness' sake.

"But, Edmund!" She cried, in a feeble attempt to convince her brother to change his mind.

"I'm not going out with you tonight," He said gruffly, slumping back into his chair. " Under any circumstances. Besides, you're too little to go to a dance hall."

Lucy scooted her chair closer to his, quickly noting,"I'm only a few years younger than you are, and besides, I've been with Susan a few times. " After another look at his disapproving face she heaved a sad sigh, and desperately clutched his hand in hers.

"Oh, please will you come? I promise it'll be great fun!" she insisted, eyes glistening with hope.

"Didn't you hear what I said? It's not happening," Edmund said flatly, not a muscle in his face budging.

"Oh, alright," Lucy sighed, once more, gently releasing her grip on his hand. She continued to look at him, though, a playful shine brightening her eyes. "It's a shame you don't want to go. You were such a fine dancer in Narnia."

A smile creeped onto Edmunds face, slowly perking up both corners of his lips. "I'm sure I wasn't. I had no rhythm whatsoever. All I could do was watch you whirl around while I kept stepping on my poor partner's toes." The pair couldn't help but burst out in laughter at the memory of Edmund having to buy a new pair of slippers to replaced the ruined ones of nearly every woman he danced with.

After their snickers had subsided, Lucy spoke up again, although her eyes were somewhat glazed over and unfocused, as though she was trying to remember an image from a partially forgotten dream.

"It's funny. You never seemed as bad as everyone made you out to be when you danced with me."

Edmund was quick to scoff at her statement, but his slim cheeks flushed red just as quickly.

"That's because you didn't give me any time to mess up. As soon as I started thinking, you were off again, taking the lead."

Lucy shrugged sheepishly. She'd never really thought about there being a leading when it came to dancing. In her eyes, when two people danced together, they became of one mind, stepping together in time.

She sighed happily, quite pleased with her very silly, and very Narnian memories.

"Dancing really was such fun back then," she smiled, brushing a fleck of lint off her skirt.

"Yeah," Edmund agreed, dreamily gazing up at the celing. "I suppose it was."

"You know," She began slowly, turning to face him once more. "It still can be fun..."

Edmund didn't say a word for a while, but simply closed his eyes and sighed. It would appear to others that he was finished talking about the subject, but Lucy knew Edmund, and she knew what that face meant.

He suddenly hoisted himself up from his chair, and with another sigh, this one much more teasing than before, answered,"Let me get my coat."

A/N Okay, one down, 39 too go! Hope you enjoyed! Up next (probably) is either obvious or powder.

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