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When; Thursday, August 21st
Rating; G (?)
Characters; Peter Pevensie

lionrampante and anyone who was invited!
Summary; Peter's turning 17, and Lucy decided he needed a surprise party to celebrate this momentous occasion!
Log;

Lucy had everyone help decorate; she was pleased with the results. Red banners and a sign that proclaimed Happy Birthday, a big chocolate cake courtesy of Claire, and a table brimming with presents. It wasn't as grand a party as what they would have had in Narnia, but she knew Peter would understand, and it was certainly better than his 16th birthday where the war had stopped a lot of the cakes and cookies because of the sugar ration.

Now they were just waiting for the guest of honor to show up with Caspian, who had been charged with bringing him home as soon as they were finished.

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[Handing Sirius some sangria, in a waxed paper cup. No glasses for you, see they ran out. Or something.]

I had not met one till that day either.

[Alas. He drinks]

This is very nice.

[See, he can be civilized]

I hope you weren't frightened, Susan.

[Look at all three of them drinking together all nice and civilized!]

I wasn't frightened so much as worried for my brothers and Caspian.

It was my pleasure nonetheless, Susan.

[He gives her a smile then raises his glass to the pair.]

You will have to excuse me, I think I hear Zach.

[Watching him leave and smirks]

So, are you feeling better, Susan?

[Caspian will get several words of praise after this. Susan is proud of him. Although she was never sure of what the problem was to begin with. Maybe that talk should come first. In the meantime, Mr. Black has some very nice dimples.]

I feel fine today. Yesterday is a blank. I guess the curse sapped my memory for the day. I didn't even get Peter's gift until today.

[This is all explained so lightly and casually.]

Oh, well if it makes you feel better, I don't remember yesterday either.

[He reaches to give her a squeeze to the hand]

You seem much happier.

[It does make her feel better actually.]

I don't think anything important happened if that's the case.

[Her smile broadens at the touch of his hand.]

I feel happier. Hard not to. It's a very nice day.

[He sets down the cup and moves a bit closer]

It is a nice day. Your brother is a year older.

[Susan holds onto her glass. It's half full.]

And everyone is here.

[He is moving closer.]

Merlin.

You're beautiful.

[Merlin is a fictional character. The way he says it, it's like an exclamation. Susan doesn't think to correct him or ask on that. What a way to spoil the moment.]

Thank you.

[Would it be bad form to tell him that he's a nice looking boy...young man... too?]

[He's very quiet]

If I kissed you, would you slap me?

[She's watching his mouth move to catch the words right. It's only fitting that she speak softly too.]

No. Do you ask everyone that?

[He laughs low]

I just don't fancy getting slapped.

[And he kisses her.]

[Whatever reply she was planning to say is lost to her mind. Words are gone too because this is a kiss.]

[He finishes the kiss and smiles]

Well.

I hope you liked that.

[Susan smiles too.]

You don't need to say that. It goes without saying.

[She reaches for his hand now and gives it a squeeze.]

So, Susan.

Would you like to step out with me?

[How proper. He's got her hand tight in his, but not squeezing]

[With a glance around the party she can see that everyone is sufficiently occupied.]

Yes. For a while, I'd like to see Peter open his gifts.

[One last sip of the sangria, and Susan sets it on a table near by.]

[He takes her hand and walks her out onto the patio]

You know, it's a very pretty night.

[Her steps are not far after his.]

It is.

[Sirius likes to observe pretty things. Susan herself finds it difficult not to look at him and admire too. And they kissed. That was sudden but...very pleasant.]

[He sits up on the railing and starts to fiddle with his wand, and suddenly there's a crown of flowers, tiny and delicate and glowing on Susan's head.]

So what gifts did Father Christmas get you, Susan? That you found in the basement?

[He's not making fun of her - he's totally sincere]

[Magic, even though it's under Sirius's influence feels like home, like Narnia . She ducks her head a little as the carefully woven flowers sit in her hair.]

Thank you.

[Smiles and looks upward to see the blooms hanging in her vision.]

He gave me a bow and a quiver full of arrows. They were very useful then, I'm sure they'll be useful now.

You're welcome.

[He's beaming]

Really? You're an archer?