June 9th
I can't find it
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"You looking for something?"
Peter didn't even look at his brother. "Yeah, my crown." He grumbled. "I can't find it anyway."
Edmund bit back a laugh, watching as Peter frantically searched every inch of his room. "Really?" He murmured.
"Yes really." Peter grumbled. "Otherwise I would have it wouldn't I?"
Edmund glanced down at the golden crown in his hand before looking back up at Peter, who had gone as far as pulling back the sheets on his bed and throwing the pillows to the floor.
"This is ridiculous." He muttered to himself. "It's a big ass crown made of solid gold, how can't I find it?"
Edmund chuckled to himself. "I think I might know where it is." He said, placing the slightly too big crown on his own head.
Peter finally looked up at him, raising an eyebrow when he spotted his own crown. "I don't think that's yours." He pointed out.
Edmund glanced up. "Really?" He asked. "Hmm that's odd."
"Where on earth did you find it?" Peter asked, heading over and grabbing it.
Edmund laughed. "You left it at the dinner table." He told him. "goodness knows what you had it there for though."
Peter rolled his eyes. "Goodness knows." He grumbled. "But thanks."
"Anytime." Edmund grinned.
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