Disclaimer: Not mine. Still wishing on a star . . .

"Edmund Randall Pevensie! Why, in Aslan's name, would Tavish say you're the one to see if I want to improve my marks?!?"

"I think the real question is, Pete: 'why are you behind in marks?'"

"Wha- I'm not- That's not the point!" Peter had worked himself into a truly magnificent fury. "What are you doing cheating?"

"It's not cheating. It's more like . . . absentee tutoring."

"What?"

"I translate dry and boring text into something more manageable for the masses and sell copies."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You see, it's not really cheating. They sill have to study, but it doesn't take nearly as long and they have a better understanding of the material as the result."

"Explain, Please." The High King requested while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"My roommate needed help with some of his assignments. Then a few of his mates started popping by for help. Before I knew it, a whole load of boys had

joined in. So much so, I started having trouble getting my own work done. Its one thing to intentionally miss a few questions; but to not turn in anything because you spent your entire evening explaining Pythagorean's Theorem to 30 boys? Unacceptable.

"So, I started doing summarizations of the reading my year was assigned before realizing they weren't the only ones having trouble with the material." Edmund blushed, shuffling his feet before continuing. "I wanted to apologize for making you panic over the holidays, but I didn't think you would try to work on your assignments quite that soon."

"No wonder Lucy kept giggling like a mad thing…"

"Yes, well, now I have a summary for almost every chapter of your coursework as well as my own. Johnson, from the year above you, has lent me several of his texts in exchange for a discount."

"Where on Earth did you get the idea to do that?"

"Why, you, brother!" Edmund smirked at Peter's gobsmacked expression. "How many times did you ask me for the short version back Home?"