Even a traitor may mend || The chronicles of narnia

In trouble

Peter sighed as he sat eating breakfast the next morning, still having not quite got over the guilt of not showing up for the walk yesterday.
He kept an eye out for Edmund, hoping to get another shot at apolisisng.
But when Edmund did eventually enter the room, Peter's mouth dropped open.
He was with a group of boys, maybe a year older than him, and they looked to be having a good time, laughing along with each other.
Peter would've been happy that Edmund had found some friends... if he didn't know who the group of boys were. And unfortunately for both him and Edmund, he did know.
Standing from the table he told his friends he'd be back in a minute before heading over to his brother, who, the second he spotted him, turned away.
Peter sighed in annoyance and placed a hand on Edmund's shoulder, turning him around. "Ed what are you doing?" He asked.
"Who's this?" Said one of the boys.
Peter watched as Edmund rolled his eyes. "My brother." He muttered, before pushing him away to the corner of the room. "What do you want?" He asked in a whisper.
Peter's eyes went slightly wider. "I want to know why you're hanging around with them?!" He replied, crossing his arms.
Edmund stared at him. "They're my friends." He said simply, but slowly.
Peter almost laughed out loud. "They're bullies Ed!" He exclaimed.
"Well they were nice to me." Edmund defended. "Nicer than anyone in this whole school!"
Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "There's only one reason for that Ed." He muttered. "They don't want to be your friends, they just wanna make you as bad as them, and then you'll get into all sorts of trouble."
Edmund stared at him. "I don't believe you Peter." He said. "I've finally made some friends and I won't let you ruin that."
"They aren't your friends." Peter repeated, trying to keep his voice down.
Edmund glared at him. "Why are you acting like this!" He exclaimed, but still keeping his voice quiet. "As soon as I actually make some friends, you tell me off! I thought you wanted me to make friends?"
"Not friends with them!" Peter replied. "I meant friends with the boys in your dorm, or atleast the boys in your class! Not a group of bullies who are a year older than you are."
Edmund rolled his eyes again. "You can't tell me who to be friends with and who to not be friends with Peter." He spat. "You can't tell me what to do."
"Edmund look-"
"You're not Dad Peter." Edmund cut him off.
Peter rolled his eyes. "We went over this at the beginning of term. I know I'm not Dad." He said. "But Dad told me to look after you, and letting you hang around with those boys isn't exactly looking after you is it?"
"You don't have to look after me." Edmund replied.
"Dad made me promise Edmund." Peter said firmly. "Do you really want me to break that promise?"
Edmund stared at him, taking a deep breath. "No." He muttered eventually. "But that still doesn't mean I have to do as you say."
Peter groaned in annoyance. "Fine, do whatever." He snapped. "But don't come crying to me when you get into trouble."
Edmund glared after him as he turned and left, returning to his table.
After a short while he returned to his own friends, not caring in the least what Peter thought.

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It had been around a week since that morning where Peter had warned Edmund, and Peter knew he'd been right.
At that moment he was marching down the corridors towards, he hated to say it, the headmasters office.
He'd been told by a bunch of his friends that there had been a fight out on the school field, and Edmund had been involved.
Reaching his destination Peter knocked on the door, opening it when he heard a voice telling him to come in.
Walking in he immediately spotted Edmund and two other boys sat on three chairs, the headmaster sat at his desk.
"Ah Peter." He said, looking up. "Edmund, you may go."
Edmund didn't even look at Peter as he grabbed his blazer from beside him and walked from the room.
Peter sighed and followed after him, catching him up and grabbing his arm. "What happened?" He asked, both of them coming to a stop.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Edmund muttered in reply.
Peter stared at him. "Ed I don't like this anymore." He said. "Ever since you started hanging out with those boys you've been acting - different."
Edmund rolled his eyes. "Different how?" He asked.
Peter hesitated. "You've been acting extremely mean." He said bluntly. "You've hardly spoken to me at all this week, and when you did it was something horrible."
Edmund just shrugged his shoulders, not saying anything.
"You keep getting into fights too." Peter said slowly, before sighing. "Please tell me you didn't start this one?"
Edmund stared at him. "It wasn't entirely me." He said slowly.
Peter sighed in annoyance. "Ed this has to stop." He said. "This isn't you-" He paused for a moment. "I've also noticed that your grades are slipping."
Edmund looked down at this, sighing a little.
"You're not trying hard enough anymore." Peter muttered. "Ed you're ten years old, why are you acting like this?"
Edmund looked up at him. "It's nothing to do with you Peter!" He almost shouted. "I wish you'd just stay out of things that don't concern you!"
"This does concern me!" Peter argued.
"No it does not!" Edmund snapped. "Just mind your own business!"
And with that he swung around and ran down the corridor, all the way to his dorm where once there he flung himself on his bed.
He was glad that no one was in there, he needed some time alone.
Peter didn't understand, he never would... ever.
Swallowing hard Edmund glanced up at the picture on his bedside table... a picture of his Dad, and before he knew what had happened, he'd burst into tears.

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