Edmund let the others get in, and as he was about to step into the house, a boy approached the steps. Well, to Edmund he was a a boy only because he looked younger but this “boy” was about Lucy’s age. Edmund stopped and looked at him.
“Excuse me, sir, “ said the boy politely, “I am looking for Miss Lucy Pevensie.”
Edmund raised one eyebrow and looked at the boy straight in the eyes, almost amused. The boy lowered his gaze a little. Edmund was liking him.
“Yes, Lucy, she’s my sister, and who calls?”
“Oh, my apologies, Sir, I am Nicholas, Nicholas Avery, a friend from the University.”
“Nicholas Avery, my name is Edmund. How do you do?”
“Very well, Sir… Edmund, thank you.”
“Just Edmund will do, Nicholas,”
“Yes, S… Edmund.”
“Well, come in, come in, don’t just stand there, any friend of Lucy is a friend of mine. I know my dear sister knows how to chose her friends.”
“You may call me Nick,” he said feeling comfortable. He was liking Edmund too and fell this strange connection to him also, as if he had known him for a long time.
“Well, lets go surprise her, shall we?”
Nick smiled. "Yes Sir... Edmund."
