I couldn't think of any courses that Peter would be taking so allot of stuff is made up (i.e. Reverse malleability)

I like to read

Peter was happy. Or at least happier that he had been when he first arrived at Oxford. He had spent the past few weeks almost never separated from Emmet. The two were best mates. If you wanted to find Emmet, you asked Peter, and vice versa. Peter had never know how to live. He had done the brother bit, the man of the house bit, the king bit, but never the teenager bit. With Emmet, it was all fun and games. Parties were never ending. Peter wondered how someone like Emmet, who was always out, never in class, could still be at university. Emmet was a good kid, but he sometime didn't have an ounce of common sense. Peter was a good student by nature. Being a slacker was the one trait Peter found that he didn't share with Emmet.

Peter walked towards the café accompanied by Emmet, who surprisingly, was not hung over.

"So what did you think of Professor Montgomery's theory on reverse malleability?"Peter asked as the pair approached the large mahogany doors

"What? Oh yeah. I dunno" Emmet responded, his head snapping towards a passing blond

"Come on Emmet. You must have heard something he said. Whats the point of taking the course if you don't listen?"

"I could ask you a similar question. Whats the point of taking courses if you don't know what profession you want?" Emmet had reopened an wound from a few weeks previous

"I told you that I didn't want to discuss that" Peters voice was cold

"It was only a simple question, which you still haven't answered by the way. Whats holding you back? Do you really have no plans for the future?"

"I said I didn't want to talk about it" Whenever this subject came up, it reminded Peter of what he had been before. Peter had tried to shut his memories out, tried to make believe that they were a dream, as Susan had done. She could live a normal life. She didn't walk around thinking Ha, I was queen and more important than you ever will be. Peter hated her for that. He felt so unimportant here at Oxford, so alike, so same.

Peter was jolted back into the real world when he realized that Emmet was talking, "Geez mate, you don't have to be so moody" The two boys had reached the café. It was a popular place. All the students hung out there. It was a large space, with a high vaulted ceiling. There were tables and chairs scattered throughout the room, but most were centered around the buffet at the far end of the hall.

"Crimmy Peter. Its a regular circus in here" Emmet said, not exagerating the amount of people who had come to the café for lunch.

"Hey Emmet, over there" Peter motioned to the last free table

"No Pete, there someone there"

"Oh its only one person and she seems to be by her lonesome. She probably wont mind if we stop in for a few hellos, nice to meets yous, god foods, and goodbyes. Plus, its a girl"

"Oh alright. We mustn't leave a lady by herself" The boys grabbed some morsels from the buffet before walking over to the nearly empty table.

"Excuse me sweet. We are two fine, handsome, eligible, men who need a place to sit" Emmet said to the girl as he sat himself down and began eating

"Pardon my friend. Hes not good with manners. Do you mind if we sit here?" Peter asked, still standing

"Oh, uh, no I don't mind" The girl said, looking up at Peter and then back at her book

"Thank you, ..." Peter waited for her to answer

"Oh, I'm Rachel Lewin" the girl said once again glancing up from her novel

"Im Peter Pevensie, and this pig here is Emmet Digory" Rachel nodded and went back to her reading. Peter sat down

"Your not much of a talker are you?" Peter asked Rachel

"Peter, people don't talk when their busy. I'm busy eating, and shes busy reading, and your sausages are getting cold" Emmet said, his mouth filled with food

"I'm sorry, I'm just not used to talking during lunch. Its when I normally catch up on my reading" Rachel answered, ignoring Emmet

"What do you like to read?" Peter asked her, is eyes observing the way her raven hair framed her pixie face

"Fantasy. I enjoy reading about people, places, and things of such nature that are not real. Things that haven't known of our ways, our wars. Places where anything could happen" Rachel answered, she was smiling just at the thought of what she was saying

"Oh so you like books about nothing? I mean, you enjoy stories about things that you wish were happening to you?" Emmet said, not meaning to offend

"Well, yes, I guess. I have to go" Rachel's voice had suddenly become unstable. She threw her books in her bag and her lunch in the garbage, and rushed off. Peter watched as her loose curls bounced out the door and into the chilly Autumn air

"I can't believe you" Peter told his friend

"What did I say?" Emmet asked, puzzled. The two ate in silence for the rest of lunch

So how did you like it? Its gonna get better I promise, I just have to work my way up. Can you figure out my riddle? Why is Rachel's last name Lewin? Its a lame riddle, but a riddle none the less. I will post the answer a few chapters from now.