Thalia POV

"Morning!" Edmund said.

I had been fake-sleeping. When I had awoken, he was seating on my bed, by my side. He was looking the other way, so I had taken the chance to observe him. His chemise was pulled out from his pants, obviously coming from a meeting with a council. Worry lines creased his forehead and bags formed under his eyes. This wasn't a I-didn't sleep-well kind of tired, this was something-is-terribly-wrong-I-don't-know-what-to-do-Aslan-please-help-me tired.

When he had turned back to my direction I had shut my eyes quickly. He probably was too tired to notice that my breathing was shorter than supposed to for a sleeping being. He started stroking my cheek and kissed my nose. The next hour or so he had simply held my hand. I smiled discreetly at the thought that even when I slept he couldn't let go of my hand for a second.

"Boo." I replied, sitting up. I sat up rubbed gently on to the bags under his eyes. "What's this?" I said, raising my eyebrow.

"I've … just not been sleeping well." He said, taking my hand and pulling me in a hug.

"Why's that?" I said, daring him to lie.

Edmund sighed and shook his head. "Me and Peter -

"Peter and I." I corrected

Edmund half-smiled.

"Peter and I… kind of got in a… fight."

My eyes widened in surprise. Sure, Peter and Edmund had their occasional arguments, but rarely had a fight.

"A fight? Like a serious one? Like not about who ate the last cookie fight?"

Edmund chuckled and intertwined his fingers with mine and pulled me closer, folding my arms behind his neck and then hugging me closer and putting his against mine. His head was burning with a headache.

"Yes a real fight." He said, closing his eyes tight.

"What about?"

He mumbled something around the lines of "not important" and "doesn't matter".

I rolled my eyes but let it pass.

He kissed me softly on the lips and untangled himself from me.

He walked towards the door.

"Edmund?"

He stopped.

"I love you. I hope you know you can tell me anything and everything."

He nodded. "I love you too."

oOo

I was simply in my room, when Lucy came in, screaming for me, as if the most amazing thing had happened.

Well, technically, it had.

For her, anyway.

But look at me, getting ahead of myself.

So when she came in screaming like a hyena, I was scared out of my pants, or should I say, skirts, and ran down the hall she had just sprinted down after telling me to follow her.

When I got downstairs, all I saw was Peter, Jason, and Edmund staring wide-eyed at a beautiful girl, Indian probably, who had beautiful silky black hair, caramel coloured skin, and big hazel-brown eyes.

And she was wearing jeans and a hoody.

"Hullo." I said after a moment of silence, smiling. "I'm Thalia."

"I'm Sharma. Anya Sharma."

So as you can see, I have added a new character. If you look at the first few reviews of this chapter, you will see why.

Anyway, I know I posted an Authors Note saying I had a writer's block earlier this day, but I literally had no ideas for the past 2 weeks.

WHAT I WROTE STILL APPLIES. PLEASE REVIEW ANY IDEAS, COMMENTS, OR REQUESTS FOR THIS STORY.

-lemonadelollipop