AN: Thanks for the reviews guys. I had a much harder time writing the girls for some reason, possibly because I haven't read as much fic centered around them, so, please, let me know if the seem OOC in any way. Con Crit is always welcomed.
Honestly, Peter, must you rush headlong into everything that comes your way? Just because some silly wardrobe removed the crown from your head doesn't mean that you have to act like a little boy again.
The fact that no one expects you to be magnificent by no means gives you leave to act in the same manner as the rabble rousers that fill the halls of your school.
Just because they took away your sword, Heart and Soul, doesn't mean that you have to stop being a hero.
The younger ones need you.
I can see it in their eyes, the way that Edmund watches your mood warily, almost as one would watch a snake that was found sitting where one thought they had left a loyal dog.
Every time that you strike you wound him a little deeper, but our ever loyal brother dares no more than a few snarky comments, the type that used to alert you to his mood as if the two of you shared a brain.
You might as well be aiming your punches at him for all that he bears the weight of your rages.
He's getting older Pete, but not old enough to take your place.
I don't know which hurts Lucy more, the way that you brush her to the side, or how oblivious you are to Edmund's pain.
She's been pulling away from me at school. Or maybe I've been the one doing the pulling away. I never can quite tell.
I saw the rage in her eyes though, when the two of you stepped off the train, Edmund obviously ill, and you did nothing to offer him succor.
We didn't tell Mum. How is one meant to go about explaining things that happened in a place that doesn't quiet exist?
He's a good actor, but he's never been able to fool you, not before.
I wonder if you even heard my words, those nights during hols when I told you how the boys have been pestering me.
There was a time that you would have rushed out then and there, determined that magnificence and justice be visited on the perpetrators of such an offense.
In yet another way, you have changed.
I almost hope that your asthma gets worse, that the wound from the Northern Giants will fester until you have no choice but to accept our brother's help.
You're going back to school, but that doesn't mean that you can escape your troubles.
Something has to change, Dear Heart, or, by the time we finally get back, you are going to be the one caught in Her net.
There are still people here who need you to be a hero.