Even a traitor may mend || The chronicles of narnia

Snow

"Okay, maybe we should go back now." Peter said when the snow started to get heavier... a lot heavier.
"I think that's a good idea." Susan said, pulling her scarf tighter and looking up at the sky.
"Come on then." Peter mumbled, standing from the bench and pulling Edmund up with him.
"Told you it would get heavier!" Lucy said excitedly.
Peter chuckled as the four headed back through the park, Lucy grabbing his hand.
"Okay, it's getting even heavier." Edmund said, shivering and smirking up at his brother.
"You think?" Peter replied, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, let's just get home."

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"Mum!" Peter called as the four piled through the door. "We're home!"
Two seconds later their mum popped her head out the kitchen door. "The snow?" She guessed.
Peter chuckled as he pulled off his coat. "Yeah, it got a bit heavy." He said.
"A bit?" Edmund muttered, brushing snow out of his hair.
Their mum laughed. "Well, I'll do lunch soon-"
"And then can we go play outside?" Lucy asked hopefully.
"If it's stopped." Her Mum nodded. "Also, a letter came just a minute ago."
"From who?" Susan asked as she hung up her coat.
"It's there on the litte table." Her Mum replied. "But dont open it yet, you'll have to wait til tomorrow."
Edmund frowned and walked over to the table, picking up the letter he found.
Sighing slightly he glanced up at his siblings, immediately recognising the handwriting on the envelope.
"Who's it from?" Lucy asked, running over and peering up.
"Dad." Edmund whispered, showing his little sister the letter.
Peter sighed. "Probably wishing us all a merry Christmas." He said slowly.
Edmund dropped the letter back onto the table, taking a deep breath. "I'm going upstairs." He muttered before running up the stairs.
He took another deep breath as he headed into his room, closing the door maybe a little too loudly behind him.
Swallowing hard he sat down on the edge of his bed, burying his hands into his hair and staring at the floor.
He sat there, thinking about the letter. It may have only been a week since his Dad left, but it felt like a lot longer, and he missed him - so, so much.
He looked up when the door opened and Peter walked in, a sympathetic look on his face. "Hey."
"Hi." Edmund mumbled, sitting up straight and forcing back the tears that had almost fallen.
"You alright?" Peter asked, sitting on his own bed and staring over at his brother.
Edmund shrugged. "I suppose I'm gonna have to be." He said, picking up a book on his pillow and walking over to place it back on the shelf.
"You don't always have to be alright Ed." Peter said slowly.
Edmund didn't say anything but just shrugged instead. "Are you going to go out after lunch?" He asked, nodding out the window at the now steadily falling snow.
"Probably." Peter said with a small nod. "Lucy will want me to anyway."
Edmund smiled a little and nodded, going back and laying down on his bed.
"Will you?" He heard Peter ask.
"Not sure yet." Edmund sighed, staring up at the ceiling.
He heard Peter stand and soon felt the bed dip beside him. He looked up at his brother, an unreadable look on his face.
"You should." Peter said.
"Should what?" Edmund questioned.
"Come out." Peter said, shrugging slightly.
"I'll think about it." Edmund told him.
Peter nodded slowly and smiled gently, placing a hand on Edmund's shoudler and squeezing slightly.
"Peter!"
Edmund glanced over at the door at the voice that had come from downstairs. "I think Lucy wants you." He said. 
Peter nodded. "I'll be back in a minute." He said, before slowly leaving the room.
Edmund nodded and looked back up at the ceiling, sighing to himself.
After a while - maybe two minutes - he glanced out the window, seeing that the snow had stopped, but roofs of nearby houses were now a perfect white colour, telling him that the snow had definitely settled, as he lay there, he couldn't help but smile at the memory that made It's way into his head.

"Peter threw a snowball at my face!" An eight year old Edmund said, running into the house and over to his Dad, who was trying to get the star to stay on the top of the christmas tree, without much success.
He turned around when Edmund entered, smirking at him. "Did he now?" He said.
Edmund nodded. "I want payback." He smirked, laughing slightly.
His dad stared at him for a moment before smiling. "Where is he?" He asked.
"Outside in the garden." Edmund chuckled.
"Come with me." His dad said, heading into the hallway, grabbing his coat and heading out the door.
Edmund followed him, spotting Peter at the end of the garden, making finishing touches to Lucy's snowman, Lucy now inside, claiming that she was too cold.
"Grab a snow ball Edmund." His Dad said, bending down and grabbing a handful of snow.
Edmund smiled and did the same, following his dad as they both snuck up on Peter.
"Oh, Peter?" His dad said when they stood behind him.
"Yeah?" Peter said as he turned around, a small frown on his face.
"Now!"
Edmund chucked his snowball as hard as he could at his brother, successfully hitting him in the stomach, his dad's too.
Peter groaned in surprise, before glaring playfully up at them. "Let me guess." He said, glancing at Edmund. "Payback?"
Edmund nodded. "Payback." He grinned, glancing at his Dad as they both burst out laughing.

Edmund swallowed hard and wiped at the tears that had somehow made their way down his cheeks, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing, heading for the door.
He went to open it, intent on heading down for lunch, when there was a thud.
Turning around he saw snow slowly sliding down the window, and smirking to himself ran across the room and opened the window.
"You coming out?!" Peter called from the garden, stood there with Lucy.
Edmund smiled. "I'll be down in a minute."

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