"Betrayal may be a family thing".
By Sinattea.
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Disclaimer: I adore Narnia, but I don't own it. So let's thank C. S. Lewis for writing the books and giving us such a lovely scenery for a fanfic.
Summary: How far can a Pevensie go, just to see Narnia again?
Today's chapter focuses on Edmund and Peter… sort of…
Note: Hello again, I'm still alive, trying to keep myself that way… I have not much to say today, so I only wish you all guys are having a good time and feel like reading and reviewing, I'll thank you endlessly if you do so.
This is a long chapter, but I promise you'll like it. Edmund is just so… gosh, I love Edmund as well.
Read, enjoy, review!
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Chapter 3: School is another war.
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Peter and Edmund started a race since the stairs, heading desperately to the last floor of Britton's dorm-rooms building, hardly catching their breaths. "I have to win, I have to beat" each one said inside his mind. The room numbers passed by as mere shadows, for they only cared about one number: 313. Finally one door appeared as the end of the race and the answer to their questions. Somehow, Edmund managed to outrun Peter by shoving him a little bit with his elbow and reached the door first. The black-haired boy opened it.
- I won! – he shouted. Peter stood by his side, as breathless as him, and looked inside.
- You mean I won – he corrected - Who cares about a race? I won the bet: one whole room for my own.
- What? – Edmund had missed that tiny detail.
So true, Peter had being assigned one room and no roommate, unlike Edmund, Lucy and Susan, who would have to share. Perhaps the reason could be that he was a last year student, and because of the war, many of the oldest students haven't returned.
- Well, you are definitely lucky. Besides, you have the last room in the hallway, means you have an extra window.
- Means I'll have extra rain, and extra cold – joked Peter, and Edmund declared himself as the luckiest one then -. I'll unpack later. Let's go help the girls with their mountains of books.
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Lucy was the first one to find her new bedroom. Susan accompanied her, and immediately started to unpack, putting everything in strict order.
- You know I'll have a mess for bedroom in a week, don't you? – joked Lucy.
- Yes, but still, I can hope you didn't spend that much of time with Edmund.
And Susan kept going with her cleaning and ordering routine, while the youngest chuckled. Then Lucy ran to the window and opened it, leaning forward to look outside and have a glimpse of the school's gardens. There they were: green and peaceful, full of flowers and ancient trees, surrounded by benches and fountains for the students to sit and relax. The building was great. It was beautiful, more beautiful than the last school she and Susan had studied at.
A funny voice interrupted Lucy's serene thoughts.
- Who are you and why are you here? You look way too old to be my roommate.
The new arrival was obviously Lucy's new roommate, and she was addressing Susan in the way that only a rich and stubborn girl would use. The older Pevensie girl stared at her in astonishment and anger. Rapidly, to avoid Susan's dignity to commit some foolishness, Lucy stepped forward and saluted the girl.
- I am your roommate. Lucy Pevensie is my name – she said, trying to smile, but the other girl's face was so sour that it was hard to do so.
- Oh, I understand. Well, let's establish some rules from now on. I shall not mess with your possessions as you shall not mess up with mine. Each one of us has one half of this bedroom, I expect you to respect that.
- Of course – answered Lucy rapidly.
- Well, I have nothing else to say. Would you like to add some rules? – Lucy moved her head in negation - Perfect, we're done. By the way, I'm Elise Foley.
And she said no more, she simply walked to her bed and started to unpack slowly and ceremoniously. Susan was absolutely mad at the Foley girl; how dared she to address like that to her, who had once been a queen?
- I have one rule to suggest – she said, the Foley girl turned around and looked at her with wide-opened eyes -, about visits. I am her sister, so I recommend you to get used to my presence. But don't worry, I'll stay within the allowed limits. Come Lu, let's find my room.
Trying to decide whether to laugh or not, Lucy followed Susan, happily leaving Elise Foley far behind.
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Once they were in Susan's bedroom (second floor, room 204), everything started to feel better. Britton's College seemed less cold and dark by the minute, until it was finally becoming warm and comfortable. Susan's room was pretty comfortable, kind of hidden near the stairs, perfect for private talks about really private subjects.
- I bet here you will have nice dreams. Maybe you'll dream of Narnia – whispered Lucy.
- Please, Lucy, don't. You know I would rather omit the subject.
- And why would you do so? Susan, Narnia was our life!
- But now our life must be England. Narnians moved on without us, so we can – she replied, upset, and began to brush her hair with her fingers.
Lucy caught her breath ready to give her an answer, a very long and serious answer, when a girl broke in through the door.
- Oh! – she gulped, a little bit confused - I'm sorry, must have mistaken the room number – she added when saw the room was already taken, and left with her luggage.
But a couple of seconds later she returned.
- No, wait, this is the number: 2, 0, 4.
- Yes, it is – confirmed Susan.
- Then I guess you are my roommate…
- Arabelle! – exclaimed Lucy, who had recognized the new arrival, and stepped forward - It's nice to see you again. Looks like you are sharing bedroom with my sister. This is Susan.
- Hello, Lucy – said Arabelle, then turned to face Susan -. So you are the long lost sister.
- Not so lost – was Susan's reply, and unsympathetically shook hands with her.
For a second that seemed like an eternity they held hands and examined at each other, trying to discover if they would get along well or not.
Hurried steps sounded in the hallway, heading straight to the 204 room.
- Can you believe that jerk is around here? – Edmund's voice was clear to listen at - And with his whole gang just to make it worse…
- Don't talk to me about him – demanded Peter in an irritated panting tone of voice -, can't believe I didn't punch him in the face when I saw him.
- Yeah, he looked ready to punch you…
- Shut up! I can handle him – replied Peter -, it's not like we've never faced anyone worse. Just… let's get the girls, all right? Hey, Su! – called Peter, finally taking advantage down the hallway and beating Edmund in their so common improvised races - You won't believe what just happened on the dorm; and we had such a tough time finding this place…
Peter walked in as if it were his own room, and what a surprise he found when he tried to get through the door. He and Arabelle ended up stuck in the entrance, staring at each other in disbelief. Peter's mighty aura made him look elegant and handsome (*A/N: more than usual, if possible*). Arabelle blushed, her face shinning crimson red under her black hair. She suddenly felt overwhelmed.
- Violin girl – said Peter -. Arabelle, was it?
She stood paralyzed and mute.
- Allow me to introduce myself, and please do not run away this time – he chuckled, politely -. I am Peter Pevensie.
Then he did something unusual that surprised all of his siblings: he grabbed Arabelle's right hand, and leaned forward to kiss her fingers. That kind of salute was ordinary coin far away in their epic realm of Narnia, but no longer in England, and that's what made everybody feel astounded.
- Do you two already know each other? – asked Lucy.
- We met briefly in London, at the new candy store near the train station…
- The name is "Toffees & more" – Arabelle complained lowly.
- …And we discussed about music, right?
- I wouldn't call that a discussion – mocked Arabelle, and removed her hand from Peter's grip.
- Then perhaps you would like to try a real discussion later.
Arabelle's bitter smile pretended to be a definite "no", but somehow she didn't get the wanted effect and her gesture was understood by everyone as a definite "maybe, we'll discuss it later". Then she left, running straight to the bathroom, just to make sure her face wasn't as red as warm she felt it.
Edmund was open-mouthed.
- What did just happen?
- Looks like Peter already knows my roommate – kind of explained Susan.
- She's your roommate? Her? – Peter hadn't quite understood that matter.
Susan nodded.
- That's real good luck – declared Lucy, walking toward her brothers and taking them by the hands, inviting them to enter. She sat aside Edmund, and for some reason began to comb his black hair -. Remember I told you I made a new friend?
- Who was like Mr. Tumnus? Yes, you did. Would you please lay off my hair, Lu? – replied Edmund, irritated, but still somehow tender.
- Sorry – Lucy removed her hands quickly -. Well, you just met my new friend. Arabelle and I talked a lot in the last wagon, during the journey here.
Peter stared at Lucy suspiciously, as if he believed that the girl was lying about Arabelle to make him feel upset. But Lucy would never do such a thing; Edmund could, since he was a little mischievous, but Lucy never.
Yet Peter was upset, because he wanted to know why Susan's roommate was aware of the Narnian music, he needed to know if there was any chance that someone else had some knowledge about the existence of Narnia. And he had to make sure it wouldn't be dangerous, for any of them.
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Unfortunately, there was no time to think about magical lands and kingdoms from the past. Classes began two days after they arrived at Britton's College. Naturally, each one of the Pevensies attended different lessons, for all of them studied different school grades.
Peter started with British Literature, and Lucy with History (where everybody couldn't help but talk about the recently finished war, some of them with tears in their eyes). Edmund wasn't lucky at all and his first day's first class was Latin. Susan would have gladly switched places with him; she loved Latin, and it was still common to see her walking around carrying a Latin dictionary, like she used to do in professor Kirke's house. But she had to wait to finally prove her latin knowledge. She attended all of her other lessons with interest and a bit of resignation, it was hard to accept vacation time was completely over. And she discovered something: her roommate had the very same school schedule.
That's why Peter and Arabelle met during the recess. He went to the biology classroom, looking for Susan, and found instead the violin girl. She was heading to one of the gardens, lonely and silent, to read peacefully a book about… Peter couldn't read the title. So he decided to follow her, and try to have a little talk with her.
- Are you also looking for your sister Susan? – she asked him, when noticed his presence in the garden.
- Not really – said Peter, and sat in front of her, under a tree.
She wasn't reading a book, she was writing melodies in a notebook of music scores. Arabelle was so focused in her music that she began to hum one of the songs, trying to figure out if she was writing the notes properly…
…Peter recognized the song: "The Wardrobe", a song one of the dryads had composed for them as kings, to commemorate their uncommon origins. And he felt so great remembering those times he started singing alongside Arabelle.
She shut abruptly, astounded, and left Peter singing alone. He silenced a couple seconds later.
- W-why were you singing? Is not… possible that you know this song – she stuttered.
- Why? Is it another one of your never-seen-before compositions? – he managed to control his tone of voice so it didn't sound like mocking.
- Well… yeah. How did you know what came after?
- I guess I have an excellent musical instinct.
This time was Arabelle's turn to work hard and dissimulate a mocking smile. Her eyes sparkled almost tenderly. Then she muttered something that sounded pretty weird to Peter's ears: Kleine Lügnerin, but before he could ask her to repeat whatever she'd said, she added.
- Let me see your hands.
- What?
- Your hands, let me see them – she repeated.
- No. Why do you want to…?
- Come on, you are supposed to be the older brother, have some courage. Lucy would say yes without hesitate – she laughed, and grabbed Peter's hands amongst hers. He bit his tongue for not to give a rude reply.
She examined the blonde guy's hands carefully, his fingers, the size of his palm and god knows what else. Peter did nothing, though he was freaked out and intrigued the most.
- Well, they're certainly skillful, but they don't look like a musician's – Arabelle stated.
Peter took a couple of seconds to examine his hands himself. Whatever Arabelle saw, he didn't. Yet he discovered something: she had a keen instinct, and where could you develop such ability but in Narnia?
- Skillful in what way? – Peter felt curious, what else could this girl see?
- I don't know. You tell me.
Skillful handling swords and shields and arrows, every kind of weapon. Skillful riding horses, heading an entire armor to victory. Skillful using his fists in survival fights against usurper kings. Skillful writing diplomatic letters to negotiate with foreign governments.
Peter was skillful in many ways, but he could never tell them out loud. They had to be kept secret.
He kept quiet for so long that Arabelle stood up and grabbed her scores.
- Well, lovely conversation, but I have to go now. I'll meet your sister at the library – said Arabelle, kind of proud.
- Susan?
- Lucy – she specified, speaking way too hasty -. Bis dann!
So she left as fast as she could, almost as if she were running away. Nevertheless, that was the stepping stone to begin something similar to friendship; many similar encounters had place in that garden in the followings days.
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Next day, studies became harder, and now school officially started with homework and essays. Edmund felt like kicking his math teacher when he wrote forty complicated equations to solve in only one hour, thank god he wasn't bad at math. Without knowing how, he solved twenty nine equations before the class finished, more than all his classmates, and the professor was so impressed with his correct results that forgave him the other operations and that day's homework. Edmund couldn't believe his luck; his math teacher was absolutely cool.
However, as usual in this world, every time something goes right, something else must go wrong, to keep the balance, and Edmund also had a bad experience.
This bad experience had a name: Nathan Halloway; and unfortunately, also had a group of friends that were absolutely giant, aggressive and rude. Yes, he was the guy Peter and Edmund had been talking about before entering Susan's room the first day. This guy was in Edmund's classes, despite the fact that he was Peter's age, and he was insufferable. The Pevensies remembered him from a fight at the train station, two years ago: he was the guy who bumped Peter and then tried to make him apologize. This Nathan guy had dropped out school and enlisted in the army about a year ago, and even when he never went to the battle field he felt as the eight wonder from modern world.
So, obviously, Nathan and his group of friends were the school's bullies, and if there was something they hated, that was anything related with the Pevensies, who had once humiliated them in public (two against five and yet they were about to win? Unforgivable!).
The chance to get revenge didn't seem to come soon enough.
- Well, well – said Nathan in an irritating tone of voice -. Looks like we have our very own fucking nerd in here, right Pevensie? – but Edmund bit his tongue and didn't answer, so Nathan tried another strategy - How's your brother? Still wounded after I kicked his fucking face? I think he's afraid of me, we've met at the hallways and he never dares to wrestle me. As neither do you.
Edmund's fighting impulse became as unstoppable as it was at the train station in the past. Good that, after his experiences in Narnia, he had learned how to control himself.
- He's about to finish high school. Unlike others.
- Are you referring to me? – Nathan's cheeks had turned red.
Edmund limited to smile sarcastically, and then he simply walked away.
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This scene repeated day after day during a long time, but Edmund's patience disappeared three weeks later, when Nathan said something about Susan being a slut. That was it. Edmund turned around, pale because of the anger, jumped upon him and hit him in the face. "You jerk!" he shouted, and they started a fight. Naturally Edmund was winning, being a brave king and warrior meant he had all the experience on his side, and he gave Nathan Halloway a black eye after a couple beats. But Nathan had his friends, and soon enough everything became a chaos in the middle of the hallway, with lots of students around screaming "Fight! Fight!".
Nobody moved a single finger to stop the wrestle, quite the opposite. Now Edmund had a bleeding nose, but he was doing such a nice job: three black eyes, a bleeding mouth, an almost broken nose, and there was blood in his fists (his or theirs? Who cares? He was doing such a nice job!).
If Lucy hadn't walked nearby and called a teacher, only heaven knows how everything would have ended.
- Ed! Are you all right? – she asked concerned once they were in the nursery.
Edmund had a bag of ice on his nose. He was bleeding no longer.
- Why did you have to call a teacher? Now I'm going to detention! – he complained.
- Why did you have to start a fight? One against five is foolish.
- They started, I had to hit back.
- Now you sound just like Peter – Lucy crossed her arms, and half-smiled, trying to make her brother feel better. His nose was swelled up -. And Susan and I have had a hard time since school began trying to stop him from running into fights. He seems ready to punch everyone who stares for too long.
- Well, I understand Peter perfectly. This Halloway guy is impossible to put up with!
- Are you talking about Nathan Halloway? – Lucy was kind of surprised - That's a funny thing. Do you know he has a crush on Susan and she refused to date him? That must explain why he's so mad at us.
- He's also the guy who bumped Peter at the train station, remember?
- You mean… right before we were called to help Caspian?
The nurse walked in the room, and they both kept quiet, simply exchanging timid looks while Edmund received some ointments and bandages for his wounded nose. He felt silly, and Lucy's gleaming eyes confirmed that he looked indeed ridiculous.
- You don't look that bad – tried to solace Lucy when they left the nursery.
- Liar, you were smiling inside there.
Edmund was hiding his bandaged nose with both hands, doing an effort to dissimulate, but he only managed to be more obvious. A waste of time, honestly, for all the entire school was already aware of the conflict between the Halloway and the Pevensie boys.
- So it's true! – exclaimed a really upset Susan when she saw Edmund and Lucy in the hallway. She had tried to enter the infirmary, but the nurse didn't let her, and that only made Susan's mood worse - You meddled in a fight!
- Let him be, Su – defended Lucy -. He's already having a bad day.
- And it'll get worse. Thanks to you Edmund now the Pevensie name figures in every teacher's black list – she crossed her arms -, and every student's gossip.
- It was going to happen sooner or later – he said, shameless.
- Too soon for my taste, we haven't been here for a month and you're already being so reckless – would Susan's bitter face ever disappear? -. Weren't we going to keep low profiles and high grades?
- I did it for you! – shouted Edmund, he didn't understand why his sister had to be so incomprehensive to him - He insulted you, and they laughed! I wasn't going to let them be after that.
Susan's face changed after that, it softened a bit, and she looked at her little brother with something very similar to tenderness, mixed with a bit of sadness.
- Very noble from you, Ed. But I don't need you to defend me like this. We're in England, not… there. We use words, not swords. Please remember it.
In that very second, Edmund understood that he would have to put up with a lot of bitter faces for the rest of the week.
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However, the face of Edmund's roommate, this short geeky guy, wasn't bitter at all. Quite the opposite, he spent five minutes watching Edmund and his bandaged nose in the biggest admiration.
- Halloway broke my glasses last tuesday – he muttered -. I'm glad to know someone broke his nose.
- Almost broke – Edmund specified -. But his black eye is definite.
The boy laughed, and Edmund joined him. They didn't notice that the bedroom's door was open, and someone was leaning against it while watching them laugh. Peter knocked three times and then walked in.
- You are getting detention and you laugh about it. Must have been a very good fight – he said to Edmund.
- Excellent fight.
- Next time I'll be with you, and we'll both show to them who writes the rules over here – Peter smiled.
- The problem is that we usually write them with swords in our hands, right? – whispered Ed, so low his roommate didn't listen - Susan is so mad at me.
- She'll forget it soon. You did the right thing, now Halloway won't mess up with her.
They talked for almost an hour, Edmund describing the fight with all the details, and Peter deciding whether to thank him for defending their family or to scold him for being such an honorable fool.
But deep inside, Peter was frustrated. So many times he had wished to break Halloway's nose, and he had been held back brutally. By his sisters, by his classmates, by every single professor… And now Edmund, his little brother, happened to have taken his golden chance.
Yes, that caused Peter to feel incredibly frustrated.
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An hour later Peter was heading to the 204 room, determined to speak with Susan and solve her problems with Edmund once and for all. The door was closed, and Peter had to wait five frustrating minutes before it opened. Arabelle difficulty smiled to him.
- Peter – she mumbled, then closed the door again. Before Peter could get upset and bump the door to break in, Arabelle got out and closed behind her-. You are here to talk to your sister, but she doesn't want to talk.
- What are you talking about? We are siblings and I'm speaking to her whenever I want to!
- Peter, wait! She needs to be alone – Arabelle grabbed him by the sweater and pulled him back -. Besides, why are you so upset? You aren't this aggressive, are you?
Peter finally realized he was acting oddly wrong, so he took a time to breathe and have his temperament under control. He rested on the wall, looking to nowhere with reflexive eyes. He was tired, so tired.
- Sorry, I just… Edmund asked me to speak with Susan and sort everything out.
- That will have to wait. She wants to be left alone.
- Even by you?
- Especially by me! – Arabelle exclaimed -. We're roommates, but that doesn't make us best friends. We hardly speak to each other. Your sister doesn't like me very much, and well, I haven't done anything to be liked for. Perhaps Lucy could talk to her… once she's done crying.
- Is Susan crying? – Peter's voice sound a little bit high pitched because of the astonishment. Susan was sensitive, but she wasn't use to cry.
- It seems like she remembered something sad. Real, real sad – Peter watched the bedroom's door, pretending to see his sister behind it… weeping.
A million ideas exploded inside Peter's head, going and coming around again and again and again, like crazy birds. He could think of many reasons why Susan would cry for, but any of them seemed to be convincing enough. He got lost inside his mind, and Arabelle felt brutally ignored; that was something she didn't like at all, so she spoke.
- You can see her tomorrow. I mean, Charles Parker came like ten minutes ago and that only made things worse…
- Parker? – Peter was surprised - My classmate Parker? – in that very second Arabelle understood she just did something of the utmost stupidity. Don't wonder why Susan didn't like her very much…
- Maybe it'd be a good idea to change the topic – she half-smiled -. So, how's Edmund? I heard he had a bleeding nose.
- You heard? – Peter decided to follow the abrupt change of topic.
- The whole school is talking about your brother, Peter – the half-smile turned into a complete one -. And if I have to be honest… Lucy told me, we met half an hour ago in the library. But now you tell me: how's your brother?
- He's got bandages all over the face. And he speaks funny – Peter couldn't help but smirk and then chuckle.
- See? You're smiling now! Do you think he'll get upset if I tell him he looks like a mummy?
Now it was impossible to contain: they had a good and loud laugh. Imagining how definitely furious Edmund would be if he were told that, was comical. But they exhausted the laugh and once they stopped, Arabelle sighed. She started playing with her silver necklace, something, Peter had noticed, she did very often when she was nervous.
- So… How's school going? – the black-haired girl asked, a little shy -. Any interesting facts?
- Well… I didn't remember that I was so good at History, Literature and…
- You say it as if you hadn't attended school in years – interrupted Arabelle, but she remarked a good point. Peter caught a glimpse of double meaning in her words.
- Of course: the years of the war.
- I mean "years" like in "decades" – her gray eyes suddenly turned deep, ageless, as if she knew an awful lot more than she should.
- That's impossible – replied Peter, as calmed as you can be when someone is apparently trying to discover your top secret -. In such a case I'd be older, and trust me, I don't look like a thirty year-old man.
- Perhaps you know how to grow younger… – Peter froze at the very second she pronounced the words, staring at Arabelle in disbelief. Air got thicker, and breathing became harder to accomplish - Just kidding – added Arabelle before Peter's stupefied reaction, and she faked a smile. She was terrible faking smiles, though, and Peter also noticed that. Arabelle finally realized she had screwed everything up -. And I'm just making you feel more stressed by the minute, right? Fool of me.
She leaned her head, watching her shoes, completely repented. She seemed to be ready to blurt an apology at any second. Somehow Peter felt… merciful.
- Do you want to make it up? – he asked, with a charming yet mischievous smile.
- Yes, please.
Peter's smile grew wider, all over his face.
- Go get your violin.
Arabelle almost sighed in total absolute relief. She thought that Peter would request the truth from her, and truth was her top secret. But there was an inconvenient with Peter's demand: the violin was in the bedroom, with a Susan who wanted to be left all alone for the moment. What to be done?
- Nein… I have a better idea – Arabelle whispered, and grabbed Peter by the hands.
She led Peter through lonely hallways and empty classrooms until they reached a secret door, hidden behind and ancient and decorative medieval armor. For a second Peter doubted of her, on one side his instinct of survival told him not to trust too much in someone he had met only a month ago, on the other he remembered how his intuition was right most of the times, just like when he got closer to the beaver in Narnia. And this time his narnian intuition told him to trust, so he did.
They entered through the secret door into an old chapel, full of dust and spider webs. Arabelle walked across the chapel as if she were used to it and already knew the way, which she actually did. She climbed some stairs and reached the choir, followed by Peter. He was a little bit anxious, he wasn't very fond of abandoned places after watching Cair Paravel in solitary ruins.
- Can you help me with this? – Arabelle called; Peter had to keep his memoirs for later.
There was this huge and heavy velvet blanket on the wall; Arabelle was tugging of it, but she couldn't pull it down. Peter could, and the blanket fell in the middle of a dust cloud that reminded a sand storm in a distant desert. Needless to say they coughed for a while.
- Danke – Arabelle's voice sounded a little opaque after all the coughing.
Peter was about to complain and demand to know what the heck were they doing there, when he understood the reason. Behind the dusty blanket hid a giant piano.
- It's out of tune, but still works.
Peter smiled while Arabelle sat in front of the piano and pressed some keys which sounded beautiful, even when some of them were really out of tune.
- So, what melody do you want to listen?
- The one you were playing at "Toffees & more". Play that Na…nice Lullaby.
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Note (again):Can anyone guess which language is it that Arabelle occasionally uses? Because that will give a clue to those who feel curious about her. :-)
As for Edmund… I love watching him fight, I just do. My favorite scenes in the movies are those when the boys are fighting (I find particularly favorite and hot the fighting scene at the train station and the fights between Peter and Caspian, every time they're about to kill each other I drool, XP).
Poor Peter, being restrained all the time… But he has to behave the best, doesn't he? He's the older one and he must serve as example for his siblings. That must be quite… frustrating, right? I don't have any siblings but I can imagine…
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And I want to make something clear, about my writing-style. I have been asked several times why I don't use quotation marks when it comes to dialogues, well, the answer is pretty simple: I am a spanish native speaker, and the writing format for spanish language uses the – (how do you call it? Dash, hyphen? My dictionary confuses me) to signalize the beginning and pauses for description in a dialogue. Works similar to quotation marks, except that we don't add it at the end of the dialogue. Hope this helps to understand better my writing.
I'm too used to this format, so I don't think I can change it. Besides, I get lost when it comes to quotation marks, makes me hard to follow the dialogues when I'm reading other fics.
Anyway, thanks for reading… and thanks twice for reviewing!
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