The House of the Arch

Edmund would have flailed, except the reason for flailing was currently on top of him. "Good morning...my lady."

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notajar

Look, she's still not awake, and there's only one person in Fandom currently who calls her that. "De Carabas?"

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Edmund blinked and hoped that was a name and not an insult. "Um...no?"

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notajar

Door blinks a lot, trying to make normal vision swim into place. "No, you're younger. And--" She spots an arm doing an abbreviated attempt to flail. "Paler. But you're not Seely."

At this hour, this is a pretty amazing feat of logic. Shut up.

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"Uh, no, I'm Ed, Edmund Pevensie," he managed to get out without too much stammering. "I believe Seely's on the floor."

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Still fast asleep on the floor, Seely rolled over and mumbled "Five more minutes, Dad."

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notajar

"Oh, you must be Sir Peter's brother!" Little more awake now. Not moving, mind you, but neurons are at least firing a bit less intermittently. "I'm Door."

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"King Peter, actually," Edmund said, trying to focus on anything other than the fact he had a girl on top of him. "But yes, his younger brother."

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Peter was getting a bit worried by now about the fate of his little brother and already picturing in his head scenarios of how exactly he'd explain losing him to Aslan. So he was knocking on all the doors of the dorm. Feeling like an idiot as he did so.

He came to the 418 and tapped carefully.

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Vampire molestations and being tripped over by his roomie couldn't wake Seely, but the door knocking?

Rolling to his feet, completely unaware of Door and Edmund's predicament, he mumbled "I'll get it," and walked over to the door.

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notajar

"King Peter?" Door's repeating, and doesn't entirely hear him.

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Peter heard Door's voice as the door opened and just barely stopped himself from banging his own head against the doorjam. "Is my brother here?" he asked, not even looking at Seely.

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"King Peter!" Door repeats again, this time as a statement. "He is!" she says, not really moving, still, but looking over her shoulder at the door. "Do come in!"

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Peter came into the room, glancing at Seely for a second before nodding at Door. "Thank you, Door." He looked around. "You said Ed was...here?"

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Door smiles and waves at Peter. "Yes, he's right here."

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"Morning, Peter," Edmund attempted to wave from under Door.

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"Errr..." Peter fumbled for any type of words. "Am I interrupting?" He glared at Seely for the lack of a better target.

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"Hey," Seely protested. "I didn't do anything!"

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"I'm quite certain pretty much anything that has gone on is your fault, Booth," Peter replied.

He turned back to Door and Edmund, trying to not really look at either of them.

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"You're not interrupting," Door assures him, twisting abut a bit more and sitting up next to Edmund. "I think we were about finished getting to know each other there, weren't we?"

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"Peter," Edmund said slowly. "This is not what it looks like."

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Peter was, in fact, blushing quite a bit at this point. "I'm sure it's not," he said, slightly tentatively.

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"It's not even Door's bed," Seely said, trying to be helpful.

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notajar

"No, it's Seely's," Door confirms. "What are you doing out of it, anyway?"

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If Seely had been just that little bit more awake, he wouldn't have said what he said next.

"Well, I had to answer the door."

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"What exactly were you doing with my brother," Peter asked Seely, turning on him and trying to restrain his temper.

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"Talking," Seely replied. "And drinking, a little."

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"And yet you ended up in bed with him?" Peter replied.

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"Not unless you count the floor as my bed."

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"I suppose it would depend if you do." He glanced back at Ed and Door, trying not to pay attention to the fact they were in the same bed.

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"Well, I guess last night it did." This was why Seely shouldn't talk before he had coffee.

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"How did you end up on the floor?" Door asks. "I must've slept through that."

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"Bed's not really big enough for two people."

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"No, it's comfortable enough for two. A bit crowded with three, I'd agree."

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Peter nodded. "It's perfectly comfortable with two." He paused. "Not that the second should be Edmund."

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Door shrugs. "It's not really my business who Seely has in his bed, though it's never happened when I was in the room before. I'd have left them some privacy if I'd known, but I just woke up and Seely was there, and your brother was there, and I sort of fell on him."

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