A year as a Narnian || 365 Narnia one shots (Part one)

65: Still the best

March 6th - Prompt: Forgotten toy

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Edmund coughed harshly when dust was blown up into his face, Peter chuckling as he watched the look of disgust appear in his eyes.

"Quit laughing." Edmund grumbled.

Peter smirked a little. "It was rather funny." He said with a shrug. "You should've seen your face."

Edmund glared at him. "Why do we need to do this anyway?" He muttered.

Peter shrugged. "I promised me we'd help her out." He said. "And seeming as she has work today we might as well make a start."

Edmund sighed but nodded, opening up the first box in tha attic they were in. "Old photos." He murmured, before smirking. "Oh gosh Peter."

Peter glanced at him. "What?" He asked, sounding curious.

Edmund laughed as he pulled out a photo. "Is that you?!" He asked.

Peter took a closer look, and raised an eyebrow at his brother. "Yes." He muttered. "What's so funny?"

"Well you weren't exactly the cutest baby were you?" Edmund teased.

Peter rolled his eyes. "That's just a bad photo." He said, grabbing a few more from the box. "I look fine in these ones."

Edmund chuckled. "I like this one." He laughed.

"Well you don't look much better in some of these." Peter told him, grinning.

"No one can look as bad as you in this one." Edmund told him, before placing it back in the box and turning to the next one.

That box seemed to just have a bunch of old books, mostly recipe books. "I reckon Susan would quite like some of these." He said. "I mean, I know we're supposed to be getting rid of things, but I do want Susan to start baking again, she hasn't been able to since Narnia."

Peter nodded. "I do miss her apple pie." He agreed almost wistfully.

"Save a few and get rid of the rest?" Edmund suggested.

"Sounds good to me." Peter nodded.

Edmund placed a few aside, and pushed the box to the corner of the attic. "Anything in the corner we're getting rid of." He told his brother, who nodded again.

Edmund turned to the next box, opening it and laughing. "Oh wow." He breathed, bringing out two wooden swords. "I completely forgot we had these. You remember them?"

Peter chuckled. "I thought mum had gotten rid of them." He breathed, wandering over and taking one. "What do you say?" He smirked. "Fancy a match?"

Edmund laughed. "Oh you're on." He murmured, standing and preparing himself.

They weren't as good as they had been in Narnia, which was understandable, but they were still good, and of course it was Peter who ended up with Edmunds wooden sword against his neck. "Still the best." Edmund said proudly, removing the sword.

Peter glared playfully at him. "I have beat you a few times though." He said firmly.

Edmund shrugged. "As long as I beat you ninety percent of the time I am completely happy and by far, the best." He said with a grin.

Peter laughed gently. "Are we getting rid of them?" He asked hesitantly.

Edmund sighed. "I don't see what the point of keep them is." He murmured. "If we went around playing with old wooden swords people would think we're just extremely childish."

Peter bit his lip. "Let's keep them." He said gently. "We can have a match whenever Mum's not home, there're still in pretty good condition and it'll keep are skills up."

Edmund stared at him, before slowly nodding. "Alright." He agreed eventually, placing the two "swords" on top of the recipe books.

"Now come on." Peter breathed. "Let's get this over with."

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