A.N.: I'm back! Did you miss me? This is part 7 of my Narnia stories, centered mostly around Lucy and Edmund. As usual, you don't need to read the others to understand this, but it would really make me happy if you did :) This series of vignettes takes place during VotDT and it's movieverse. Enjoy
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Chapter 1: Prologue
"I'm bored."
Lucy sighed as her brother, not for the first time, expressed his displeasure at their current condition. She looked up from Peter's letter at him, sprawled at her feet on the bed, in the small room she occupied at their aunt's house, and relaxed back against her pillow.
"Why don't you go play with Eustace?"
She smirked at Edmund's outraged gasp.
"So beautiful and so cruel, Lu!" He exclaimed.
"So handsome and whiny, Ed!" She rebuked. Edmund snorted and let her get back to her letter, even if she had already read it at least six times. Correspondence with their siblings was not as frequent as they would like for it to be, and they treasured the few letters they did receive.
"When do you think we'll go back?" He asked, when she finally put the letter down. Lucy shrugged and scooted closer to him.
"I don't know. Only Aslan knows when we'll be needed." She started playing with a lock of his dark hair, humming softly to herself. Edmund made a noncommittal sound.
"I suppose you're right. After all, you're the wisest, between us."
"Oh, shut it!" Edmund laughed and poked one of her red cheeks.
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"Are you still a good Narnian?" Lucy asked him after a while. Edmund was startled out of his light slumber.
"I believe I am." He answered groggily.
"Then I'm sure he'll call us back soon." She said gently. "You'll see. After all, Aslan said Narnia still needs us."
Before Edmund could reply, the door to Lucy's room sprang open, and their cousin Eustace stepped in front of them, hands on his hips and sneer firmly in place.
"Are you playing that stupid make-believe game again? Aren't you too old to play idiotic games?"
Edmund and Lucy barely acknowledged his presence, looking at each other mischievously.
"Some little children" they said in unison, "just don't know when to stop pretending!"
Eustace spluttered, as they dissolved into breathless giggles.
