I'm going to like compile this in a post at some point maybe. Bouncing this off of you has been really helpful in getting me to churn things out. I want to wax poetic about the corals, and the way the world looks with this blue tint over it, how the blue makes the reds redder and yellows yellower, and when he resurfaces, maybe the colors look a bit muted? And who is the Aslan figure, even? I have the Jadis mindfuckery clearer in my mind more than anything. Probably comes of adamantly wanting to muddy up the good/evil divide. I should really just sit down and start writing this.

That's two people asked for an Edmund crossover. Two people who objected to Edmund and Hermione's relationship:


1. "I think she's rather pompous," Susan says, scrunching up her nose. "And she ought to do something with her hair."

"Who are you to talk of being pompous?" Edmund asks airily, and Susan rolls her eyes.


2. "Oy."

Edmund turns around and sees a tall gangly fellow with a face almost as red as his hair.

He says, "You're that Edward kid, aren't you?"

"Edmund."

"Whatever. So. You're... seeing Hermione."

Edmund frowns. "Who are you?"

"Er. Ron."

"Ah! Ron Weasley?"

Ron brightens. "She told you about me?"

"Of course. You're one of her best mates, isn't that right?"

"Best mates." His smile falters a bit. "Right. That's me."

"Can I help you?"

"Look." Ron's frown takes on a more forced quality. "You better not be an utter donkey to her."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm serious, Edward. If you break her heart, I'll--"

"--break my legs?" Edmund guesses.

"And more besides!" Ron adds.

"Right," says Edmund. "Is that all?"

"What?"

"I said, is that all?"

"Um. You better not try anything."

Edmund looks at his watch. "Look, Beesley--"

"Weasley!"

"I'm in a bit of a hurry," Edmund continues. "If we really must continue this conversation, you can just ring me tonight. Hermione has my number."

"Oh no, you aren't--"

Edmund grins. "Splendid! Goodbye, Rob."

"Ron!"

"I'll tell Hermione you said hi."