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[Clearly the person on the other end of this feed has absolutely no idea what they are doing. The video seems to... fizzle into focus, revealing the face of a young blond boy who can't be more than thirteen to fourteen years of age (very flattering if you think fourteen, because he can be quite mature for his age)]

And we're just supposed to talk into these things? [Of course he's skeptical. Who wouldn't be?] It's a bit showy for a telephone-device, if you ask me. [Even with that mutter, he appears nerve-wracked and pale beneath the freshness of the aftermath of the shower-process, and very little of that has to do with being stuck out amongst the stars.

Alright, some of it does.

His hands can be seen moving, fiddling with the device. He swallows, and exhales.] So there really is absolutely no way of getting back? [New uncertainty shows through, but there is more to it. Genuine worry and fear, breaking through the attempts of what could have been a normally convincing mask of bravery.

The feed cuts out.]

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That's what they say, yeah. It's easy to get used to after a while. [ A pause. ] You gonna be okay?

I'll be fine. [He's just worried. There's a pause.] Thank you.

You sure? [ He shrugs. ] Uh, wellll. If you need anything, just ask.

[Peter gives a polite nod.] I will if I do. [As soon as he ditches the pride and actually asks for help with these things.]

Unfortunately, no. What's your name?

Peter Pevensie.

Remus Lupin. Fellow Englishman, which might or might not comfort you.

It... does. Somewhat. [There's a small, tight smile.] Thanks.

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How are you taking things?

All things considered, certain things could be better.

[He laughs sympathetically.]

Quite a few things, I should imagine. But there are plusses to this.

Sorry if I can't exactly see them. [His voice is tight.]

Well, for one, you won't notice the time having passed when you go back. And for another, you meet all sorts of interesting people.

[A beat. He's not precisely a magician at a birthday party, but--]

Have you ever wanted to see magic? Proper magic, I mean.

Magic? [Of course he's wary about that.] I've only been... recently introduced, so I don't exactly know if I've seen proper magic.

Would you like me to show you?

Sure? [Wait. That was supposed to sound more certain.]

Aye, we're meant to talk on them. If need be, I can show you how they work.

I'll be fine. I can figure it out for myself. [Hopefully.]

Aye, I thought so as well. But there's tricks to it, ways to conceal your words and keep them from prying eyes. I was fortunate enough to have someone show me the way of it when I first arrived. If you wish it, I'd pass such knowledge along to you.