Peter hearing about the Dawn Treader summer? Lucy/Edmund telling him? I don't know haha I just think it would be interesting
A/N: I don’t like leaving asks unanswered for very long, so it’s a little unpolished, but I hope you like it!
“He’s only been back a week, Lu, and you’ve already asked him about his exams a bazillion times. If he knew how he’d done he wouldn’t’ve waited till the fiftieth time you asked to tell us.”
Peter laughed and lay back down on the grass. “Ed’s right. I’m not withholding some fascinating tidbit of information. They were exams and I hated it, what more were you expecting?”
From the corner of his eye he could see Lucy sticking her tongue out at him and Edmund. “Only trying to start conversation. What do you want to talk about then, geniuses?”
Peter bit his lip. He’d avoided the subject of Narnia since he’d returned, not so much out of bitterness as concern. He’d spent the whole summer with the Professor, and while they’d mostly discussed his schoolwork, the Professor had also retold him all the old stories of Narnia. He’d gotten to see the old wardrobe: though of course it no longer led to home, there was something soothing about being so close. But he hated to rub it in that he’d gotten such an opportunity when they’d been stuck with Eustace all summer. He’d thought that Ed or Lucy might bring it up on their own, but for some reason they seemed just as hesitant to broach the subject.
Lucy gave an exasperated huff. “...Does he still have the wardrobe?”
Peter glanced at her, surprised at the note of hesitance in her voice. “I- yes, of course. It barely fits in his office, but I don’t think he could bear to get rid of it.” He swallowed and added gently, “It doesn’t go anywhere now though, you know. I tried... I wonder what all our old friends are up to.”
Edmund and Lucy exchanged a strange look, and Peter frowned. “What?”
Edmund grinned. “Are you going to tell him or should I?”
Peter sat straight up, flushing red as his hair fell into his face. “WHAT?!”
Edmund pressed his lips together, badly trying to hide his smile. “Caspian said to say hello. And that Trumpkin talks about you all the time-” he deepened his voice in an imitation of the dwarf- “This would never have happened if the High King was here.” Both him and Lucy burst into giggles as Peter stared at them in disbelief.
“You got back?! But how? You’ve only been home a couple of weeks longer than me-”
“Not here,” Lucy interrupted. “At Eustace’s. He came with us by accident. He’s actually rather nice now, I think being a dragon did him a lot of good.”
Peter just stared at them, now roaring with laughter. “If you’re joking, tell me now. It isn’t funny.”
“We’re not joking. Why would we be joking about something like that?”
“You’re laughing, aren’t you? Eustace was a?-” He took a deep breath in, desperate hunger stirring in his chest. Narnia. Then he swung a mock punch at Edmund.
Edmund easily dodged it. “What-”
Peter hit him lightly on the chest with his other hand and grinned. “That’s for waiting a week to tell me, you little prat.” He reached over and flicked Lucy, who scrambled away, still laughing. “And that’s for asking me about exams when we could have been talking about Narnia!!”
Lucy looked as if she were barely keeping herself from exploding with excitement. “We didn’t know how to bring it up was all! We thought you’d’ve mentioned it sooner! Where should we start, anyways?”
His chest felt tight and he leaned forward, almost too eager to bear it. “How are Caspian and Trumpkin and all the others? What did you do? It must have been quite an adventure if it was able to improve Eustace. Go on, tell me every little detail. I want to know everything.”
Edmund and Lucy both began speaking at once, talking and laughing and adding details the other had forgotten, and Peter leaned forward, hanging on to each word as if it were a gem. Aslan had told him to go back to his own world, he thought, with a small smile: well, he had, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hang onto the scraps of home as they came.
