two ━ A GREY AWAKENING

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two. a grey awakening

 a grey awakening

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WHEN GREEN SUMMER ENDED, Cam felt he was being awaken from his most precious dream—that one that included Peter Pevensie and his all charming smiles and charming treats, and in which Cam found himself to be happier than he had ever been before.

Neither one of the Pevensies siblings were excited for school when they were dropped on the street of the train station on a grey morning (a grey morning because it was a mirthless occasion and London's sky was on his common grey color), though their reasons were quite different considering Edmund kept snorting something about hating insufferable Latin and moaning for the extra lessons he would now receive (a thing that Cam was glad to correct because Latin was in fact a blessing not a torture); Lucy questioning Susan every little detail to be known about their school as that was her first year attending it; Susan being busy trying to answer all Lucy's questions and sporadically mentioning how much she would miss the books she left at home; and Peter —who portrayed his magnificent green dream— claiming that he was the less but excited to encounter with stupid Ashton and stupid Gideon and the rest of their classmates that troubled Cam.

The declaration was something that indeed caught him in surprise. Alas, he almost fell when he listened at it. Cam had to apologize with an unknown woman after tripping over her when he lost control over his trunk because he had lost control over his emotions first. Lucy giggled when Cam mistook the words in the sentence —he mumbled something very similar to "I, madam, sorry, so", but who could say that information was correctly, when it was spoken in a shy-nervous-barely understandable voice—, and she was the one who made sure the woman received a proper excuse, adding one of her kind smiles.

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