AN: A series of drabbleish oneshots focusing on Edmund's interaction with his siblings.
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"Ed, how do I look?"
Edmund Pevensie, fifteen years of age, former monarch of talking animals and current "fashion critic", walked around his posing sister with a furrowed brow and pursed lips. He was a perfect specimen of concentration.
"To be honest, Su --"
"Take your time, Edmund. I want a thorough and unbiased opinion."
A second trot around, an even more furrowed brow, and lips in a thin, hard line.
"Susan, I --"
"Thorough."
Edmund sighed, threw his hands rather dramatically in the air, and trudged heavily around his sister.
"Are you going to interrupt me again, Susan, if I tell you now?" he asked, when he was once more facing her.
"Have you looked at it closely enough?"
"My eyes are burning."
"Ha. Ha." said Susan sarcastically. "Very well, what do you think?"
"I think that if you fluffed the skirt out more, added a few more feathers, and added even more height to your heels, you'd be very passable --"
"Oh! Good!"
"For a deranged, half drunk specimen of the poultry species."
Two seconds later, a draggled feather boa sailed through the air, followed closely by one high-heeled shoe and a surprisingly heavy handbag. All objects were aimed at the head of a fortunately nimble fashion critic.
"Why are you mad at me, Su?" Edmund asked pertly, darting up the stairs with all the speed he could channel into his heels. "You know that I'm known for always telling the truth!"
Needless to say, Susan did not attend her party that day. No, she was too occupied hunting down a certain dark-haired king who was, fortunately, very good at hiding.
Unfortunately for him, however, Susan excelled at finding.
And find him she did.
