When Two Worlds Collide [Edmund Pevensie]

• Trust Issues •

"Hermione, are you all set?" Lucy asked outside her closed door.

She stood up, stared at the light blue dress Susan had graciously offered to her, and sighed. "I'll be ready in a few minutes," she called back, clipped her fringes away from her face, and grabbed the straw hat Babbity had given to her as thanks for doing all of her responsibilities while the Rabbit was sick.

"Avoid them as much as possible, right, Hermione?" she grumbled to her reflection and frowned. She sighed cone again, annoyed that her plan was growing more and more futile as days went by, and wore the straw hat on her head.

Hermione walked towards her door, opened it, and was greeted by a jolly Queen Lucy.

"You look lovely," she said, hooking her arm around Hermione's. "Su sure knows what she was doing when she lent you that blue dress."

In spite of herself, the brunette smiled. The queen did not look bad, too. Her yellow sundress had elevated the happy mood she was feeling right now. She couldn't keep annoyed when she was beside Lucy. She had learned long before that her happiness was very infectious.

"So, where are we going again?" Hermione asked as they started to descend the staircase.

"You'll see," the younger of the two chirped merrily.

Both of them were greeted by the others, all dressed casually. In fact, there clothes looked very Muggle, except Caspian, though. It just somehow surprised Hermione, who was used to the medieval clothes that they always seemed to wear.

"All set?" Peter asked, swinging a bat over his shoulder.

Hermione's eyes widened. "We're playing cricket?" she asked, the pit of her stomach bubbling with happiness. She had always been a closet fan, having watched quite a few with her father back when things were still a little normal.

To her surprise, the others were looking at her strangely.

"What?" she asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Lucy intently looked at her, her eyebrows knitted together. "You know cricket?" she softly asked.

Hermione grew confused. "Of course I know cricket I – " The words died down and her eyes widened in horror. Of course! How could she forget? She was supposed to be this poor girl who couldn't remember anything besides her name, right?

Widening her eyes more for an added effect, she bit her bottom lip and frowned. "I don't even know where that came from," she smoothly lied.

Peter smiled. "That's good, isn't it?" he said. "You're starting to remember things. Although, 'cricket' is quite surprising, eh?"

Susan touched her arm. "She might turn out to be a Londoner after all," she said, grinning widely at the younger brunette.

Hermione shrugged and did not meet any of the eyes of the others. Although she was starting to get better in lying, it did not mean she felt comfortable doing it. "There are snippets," she said. "Sometimes they just pop out of nowhere and most of the time, they're insignificant. Like cricket."

She slowly lifted her head and had to suppress a sigh of relief when the others seemed to accept her explanation. For some strange reason, her eyes landed on Edmund. Not-so-surprisingly, the youngest king was frowning.

"One mistake and I will do everything in my power to kick you out from this castle." His words back in his personal library resounded in her mind and unable to help it, she scowled. King Edmund raised an eyebrow and she, as a response, rolled her eyes.

"Now that everybody's ready, I think it's a fine time to go," Peter announced, now marching out of Cair Paravel. The others followed and soon, they were outside the gates.