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Daniel picks up the knife, it flashes in the light of the school cafeteria. His ginger curls shake with laughter as he fingers it in his hands. The other boys murmur and laugh. Their bodies are animated with engagement.
Daniel cocks back his hand and pretends to fling the sharp implement at the boy with the distracted gaze sitting across the lunch table. The tip of the knife catches a gleam of light lazily drifting in through the broad glass window pane. In seconds, Daniel's curly head has hit the floor. The blade is pressed to his throat as a knee digs sharply into his spine. Daniel's arm is twisted behind his back in a vice like grip. The boys aren't laughing anymore.
Edmund drops the knife, and laughing, helps his friend up from the ground. Daniel accepts his hand with shaken eyes. The other boys, quick to regain themselves recognize a joke. Edmund is a hero.
"Quick reflexes mate! That was incredible, you ought to show us how to do that! Serves Dan right.. I wish I knew moves like th..."
Daniel looks up, and sheepishly grins, chattering on rapidly. His words are loud, fast and though competent, hold no meaning. He speaks loudly and with confidence, congratulating Edmund's quick reflexes. He doesn't make eye contact. Edmund laughs, throwing back a quick retort on Daniel's slow reflexes, and laces it with meaning, as to his prowess with the female population.
Michael laughs deep and guttural, obviously catching his intended meaning. The Adam and Jacob laugh along with a nervous and sporadic edge, attempting to cover their innocence.
The knife lies on the floor. Deflecting the topic back to something he understands, Jacob picks it up and places it in front of Edmund. The tarnished silver sits dull against the cafeteria plate. Daniel's breathing picks up. Jacob rants about Edmund's apparently as of yet unrevealed mastery of martial arts. The other boys voices rise and fill in the conversation again.
Edmund Pevensie's hand shakes as it reaches up to scratch at his left eyelid. Distractedly Edmund looks up. Daniels eyes connect with his, reflecting his terror like a mirror.