Frater, Amicus

by Alatariel Palantir

A collection of exactly 100-word drabbles focused entirely on the delicately intricate bond between our favorite and the only Pevensie brothers.

2. Chapter 2: Hours

Frater, Amicus

Chapter Two: Hours

Peter entered the tent, looking remorseful.

"And just where have you been?"

"Gee, Ed, sorry. I lost track of time, I suppose."

Edmund was livid. "'Lost track of time?' Losing track of time is when you read for longer than you anticipated. Staying out for four bloody hours after dark – bloody unaccompanied, I must add - when there are bloody werewolves on the loose is completely suicidal! When are you going to use that bloody head of yours?"

Peter offered up a timid grin. "I never knew a Mum who had such vulgar language."

Edmund threw a pillow at him.