“Face it, Su - no one believes you and your silly fantasies,” Edmund says, smirking even as his youngest sister’s face dissolves in tears.

Peter charges at him, of course, but it’s pathetically easy to hold his little brother off with one hand, and Peter doesn’t even bother to struggle for long enough to make it fun, just throwing Ed’s hand off and shouting, “You’re beastly, you know that?” before following Susan from the room, presumably to dry her babyish tears.

Lucy just shakes her head quietly, and somehow, that’s the only thing that really stings, that this sister, who he’s always been closest to and loved best so clearly disapproves; it’s even worse when all she says is, “You know she worships you, Ed; how could you?” before she leaves him behind too.