Disclaimer: The characters belong to C.S Lewis. The plot is mine.

Now Look at What You've Done

Jenn1: I haven't read the book. This is just something that came into my head. I know it doesn' seem in character for the Professor but just try to picture it like this: the children have been taken out of their homes into someone else's. At this point in time, they barely know the Professor. It's not supposed to be canon, it's an alternate universe. In this universe, the Professor's character is different to the one in the book/movie. That is how I can best explain it. Oh and as for the mistake in spelling, that was from imdb. Argh. Guess the movie database isn't perfect. I have revised chapter 1.

The Professor raised his eyebrows. "What did you say Peter Pevensie?"

"I said, I broke the window, sir," Peter said quietly. The other three children were shocked into speechlessness.

"Is that right children?" The Professor looked at Susan and smirked. He picked up a cane on his table and patted it softly on his palm in a mildy threatening manner.

Peter gave Susan a silencing glare. Don't, his eyes pleaded. She acquiescence sorrowfully and nodded slowly with the two younger children.

"Tell me what happened then, Peter." The Professor smiled frostily as he circled the tall blonde boy. He pointed his cane at Peter.

Peter took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, he mentally prepared himself. "I was, um, playing with the ball and practicing bowling sir, when I, uh, accidentally threw the ball too high and it hit the window, um, breaking it," Peter stuttered. He looked down at the floor as he said this. To an outsider, it would seem that he was appearing contrite but his siblings knew that it was because he wanted to hide the fact that he was lying. Peter had always been a terrible liar, it wasn't in him. Peter sigh inwardly, glad that he hadn't implicated anyone else at least. "I'm deeply sorry sir."

"Don't worry my boy. You will be." The Professor gave Edmund a knowing look and the younger boy quickly turned away. It was hard to say if he meant Peter or Edmund. "Very well. Peter, meet me in tonight in my office for your punishment." The Professor gave a sinister smile as he placed his cane on his desk. "The rest of you will have the privilege of dinner taken away…"

He paused as he saw the children fight to control themselves from protesting. Susan looked conflicted, her face contorting with anger but she reigned it in for fear of increasing Peter's punishment. Only for Peter's sake, she thought angrily.The Professor relished his control.

"… for your cowardice and trouble. Don't ever hide from me again. You are also confined to your room for the rest of the day." The older man looked at Peter. "You will pay for this, I assure you." With these words, the Professor swept his coat backwards and opened the door.

The four children apologised softly as they filed out of the room into their own room. Mrs Macready glared at them.

"I want no more trouble from any of you. Do not disturb the professor again," she lectured sternly. "Youchildren from London. I've heard stories about evacuees being a wild,ungrateful bunch. I was hoping that it would be untrue...but I can see that I'm sadly mistaken. The Professor has agreed to take you in because of his wonderful mercy. What a shame."Then she closed the door to their room. It thudded shut like the condemning sound of a judge's mallet.

Peter sat on the edge of the double bed that he shared with Susan. Lucy crawled into Peter's lap.

"Edmund should have owned up." Susan started.

Edmund sat on his own bed and looked over at Peter guiltily but didn't say anything. He didn't want Peter to take his punishment since Peter was always so perfect and noble but secretly he was relieved. He didn't understand why Peter would do something like that, just take his punishment for him. Peter doesn't even like me, Edmund thought.

Peter didn't want to argue with Susan so he just sighed. "Look, can we just leave it?" Peter said tiredly. "What's done is done. Someone had to own up."

But why did you? Susan bit back the question. You didn't have to Peter, she lamented inwardly.

Mrs Macready knocked on the door and brought a tray up. There were four glasses and a jug of water. There were four slices of stale-looking bread.

"This is your lunch. Don't make a mess." She set the tray down on a small knee-high table. "God knows the kindness of the Professor. You children hardly deserve it," she muttered under her breath. "You may leave everything on the tray after you are finished. I will come back and collect it tomorrow. As you know, there will be no dinner for you tonight. Naughty children don't get dinner. Remember, you do not have permission to leave this room except to go to the bathroom." She gave them a haughty look and then exited the room.

No one touched the bread. Susan poured a glass of water for herself and Peter. He accepted the water gratefully and felt a little better after the cool liquid soothed his dry throat.

"You should eat something," she said gently. She rubbed circles on his back the way their mother used to. She could feel the tension in his shoulders. He was scared.

Petershook his head. He felt as if he would throw up. He felt so small, like a child. I need to be strong for them, Peter told himself.

Edmund felt the bread stick in his throat and quickly poured himself a cup of water. Susan did not speak to him or even look at him. She was still angry at him.

"I'm still hungry," Lucy said later in the evening.

Susan didn't know what to do. She had already eaten hers. Only Peter hadn't eaten.She could only hold her little sister. Lucy really wasn't to blame for all of this. She was reading after all but Susan was proud of her for taking the unfair punishment so well.

"You can have my bread Lulu." Peter nudged his precious piece of break towards his baby sister. He was a little hungry now but he was really too nervous to eat.

Lucy grabbed the piece of bread happily."Ta." The smile on her face was all worth it, Peter thought. She skipped off to finish reading her book.

"You shouldn't," Susan admonished quietly in a motherly tone. "You need your strength." She gave his hand a squeeze. You don't always have to be so noble, she thought.

"I'll be fine." Peter turned away from the caring gaze of his sister and pulled away.

Susan's gaze rested on him a while longer. Peter, don't shut me out, she mentally pleaded with him. She reach for his hand again but it was limp and resigned. She jerked back and busied herself with smoothing the wrinkles on the floral bedspread.

Edmund lay on the bed and pretended to sleep. There was nothing to do. None of the sibling talked to him. Then again, maybe it was his imagination since he wasn't in the mood for talking himself. There was an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach that just wouldn't go away. He squeezed the blanket and shut his eyes. He turned over again.

"It's time." Peter's quiet voice was heard by no one but Susan. She had spent most of the evening sewing. She was not bad at it but she had pricked her finger several times this evening. She couldn't help but feel worried for Peter. "I'll be fine," he repeated the words he said before with a soft smile. "Don't worry about me."

Susan hugged him. "I'll always worry about you Peter," she whispered in his ear.

On his way out, Peter had paused at Edmund's bedside. He straightened his brother's sheets. Its ok Ed, I won't blame you. These were the unspoken words.

Edmund stiffened. Now look at what you've done, he thought.

Peter closed the door soundlessly. Susan's eyes lingered at the door even though her older brother had gone.

Edmund hid his face in the bed sheets and mouthed two words over and over. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

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