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Well everybody, this is my first fanfic since… wow I must’ve been like 14. I started writing Scully/Mulder fics. Well anyway, this is just a short drabble, and I hope you all enjoy!! And even if you don’t, just be nice.
Like any other normal day, the Pevensie household, which included Susan’s boyfriend, had just finished dinner and went into conversation. Father had been deep in conversation with her beau about London politics, while Susan and Mrs. Pevensie were busy clearing the table.
“What do you think of this Alan Peacock’s idea of rebuilding the economy?” asked Mr. Pevensie.
“Quite interesting isn’t it? In the case of an emergency, a government can motivate an expansion of revenues to finance higher public spending. But you know, when the emergency passes revenues are not reduced.”
“They are turned to other purposes. Yes, I quite agree.”
Susan and Mrs. Pevensie returned with tea and scones. While she took her seat, Susan lifted her eyes to the man sitting across from her. He eyed her back.
“Hmm, Peter’s been up with politics in school too.”
The seventeen year old girl, beautiful midnight hair and swimming eyes, poured everyone tea and sat idly while the conversation continued.
Mrs. Pevensie shifted uneasily in her chair.
“How is school?” Mrs. Pevensie chirped.
The man chuckled. “Good! Nothing like the end of the year laziness, you know? I think I’ve decided upon Oxford.”
“To do what?” asked Mr. Pevensie.
Susan sat with her elbows on the table holding her cup of tea. She curly gave a grin to her man, who in turn wrinkled his nose as he answered:
“I was hoping to get into their humanities program in classic history.”
“Like what?” a truly intrigued Mrs. Pevensie asked.
“Maybe something that deals with Roman and Greek literature and politics.”
Susan wrinkled her nose. “Why would you want to do that?”
“Maybe because I like to, silly!”
“Susan, let him do what makes him happy!” scolded Mrs. Pevensie.
A small frown of disappointment appeared on Susan’s face. Peter would know what to say to make her feel better.
“It’s not like I won’t still be around,” he reached across and took another strawberry scone.
This brought the corners of her mouth upturn a little again.
“So, you and Susan going down to Trafalgar tomorrow?”
Too many times she wished that Peter would reach and take her hand.
“Yes, I think Susan wanted to look in Harod’s for a pair of shoes and a new coat that’s on sale. Is that right Su?”
They could look into their Pevensie blues, and, with sibling understanding, know that they will never be alone.
“Oh, yes, Mummy! It’s a beautiful black pea coat that comes down to my knees. It’s absolutely stunning.”
A stolen glance here, a brush past the kitchen sink there, and a reach across the tables all unspokenly hushed the word ‘love’ to Peter and Susan.
“Alright then. I’ll give you a couple pounds for the tube.”
But Peter was not always there. The thought made her full lips fall again.
“Well, I think I have some dishes to attend to.”
“Alright, I’m getting tired myself,” Susan announced.
“Alright, sweetheart.”
“Yes, lovely dinner, Helen.” Mr. Pevensie rose from the table and patted the shoulder of the man that sat next to him. “I’ll be talking to you later, young man.”
“Will do, sir.”
As Mrs. Pevensie took the empty tray of scones out of the room, “Goodnight loves!”
“Goodnight, Mom,” they both chorused.
With that, they walked hand in hand up to their rooms.
Like any other normal day, the Pevensie household, which included Susan’s boyfriend, had just finished dinner and went into conversation. Father had been deep in conversation with her beau about London politics, while Susan and Mrs. Pevensie were busy clearing the table.
“What do you think of this Alan Peacock’s idea of rebuilding the economy?” asked Mr. Pevensie.
“Quite interesting isn’t it? In the case of an emergency, a government can motivate an expansion of revenues to finance higher public spending. But you know, when the emergency passes revenues are not reduced.”
“They are turned to other purposes. Yes, I quite agree.”
Susan and Mrs. Pevensie returned with tea and scones. While she took her seat, Susan lifted her eyes to the man sitting across from her. He eyed her back.
“Hmm, Peter’s been up with politics in school too.”
The seventeen year old girl, beautiful midnight hair and swimming eyes, poured everyone tea and sat idly while the conversation continued.
Mrs. Pevensie shifted uneasily in her chair.
“How is school?” Mrs. Pevensie chirped.
The man chuckled. “Good! Nothing like the end of the year laziness, you know? I think I’ve decided upon Oxford.”
“To do what?” asked Mr. Pevensie.
Susan sat with her elbows on the table holding her cup of tea. She curly gave a grin to her man, who in turn wrinkled his nose as he answered:
“I was hoping to get into their humanities program in classic history.”
“Like what?” a truly intrigued Mrs. Pevensie asked.
“Maybe something that deals with Roman and Greek literature and politics.”
Susan wrinkled her nose. “Why would you want to do that?”
“Maybe because I like to, silly!”
“Susan, let him do what makes him happy!” scolded Mrs. Pevensie.
A small frown of disappointment appeared on Susan’s face. Peter would know what to say to make her feel better.
“It’s not like I won’t still be around,” he reached across and took another strawberry scone.
This brought the corners of her mouth upturn a little again.
“So, you and Susan going down to Trafalgar tomorrow?”
Too many times she wished that Peter would reach and take her hand.
“Yes, I think Susan wanted to look in Harod’s for a pair of shoes and a new coat that’s on sale. Is that right Su?”
They could look into their Pevensie blues, and, with sibling understanding, know that they will never be alone.
“Oh, yes, Mummy! It’s a beautiful black pea coat that comes down to my knees. It’s absolutely stunning.”
A stolen glance here, a brush past the kitchen sink there, and a reach across the tables all unspokenly hushed the word ‘love’ to Peter and Susan.
“Alright then. I’ll give you a couple pounds for the tube.”
But Peter was not always there. The thought made her full lips fall again.
“Well, I think I have some dishes to attend to.”
“Alright, I’m getting tired myself,” Susan announced.
“Alright, sweetheart.”
“Yes, lovely dinner, Helen.” Mr. Pevensie rose from the table and patted the shoulder of the man that sat next to him. “I’ll be talking to you later, young man.”
“Will do, sir.”
As Mrs. Pevensie took the empty tray of scones out of the room, “Goodnight loves!”
“Goodnight, Mom,” they both chorused.
With that, they walked hand in hand up to their rooms.