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Fencing Club - The Salle, Monday Afternoon After Classes

Edmund was human again (and very thankful for it) and waiting for everyone when they arrived. "Thank you all for your patience last week. This is our last week with practice swords. Next week you'll have a choice of a fencing sword or swords with a broader blade. If you have a particular type of sword you'd like to specialise in, please let me know so I can make arrangements for you. They will have sharp edges, so if you have any uncertainties, this is the week to practice them. If you need guidance, please talk to me."

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"I have a talking cat crashing in my room," Rose said wryly. "That's weird enough for me."

"That's perfectly normal at home. You need to up your level of weird tolerance. Why is the cat in your room?"

"And vampires are perfectly normal at home, but I don't call your tolerance levels weird if they're not at yours," Rose said lightly. "The cat's upset because his person is currently a dog. And sentences like that prove my weird tolerance is awesome."

"I'm not bothered by vampires," Edmund started to say, then stopped. "No actually, I am, but I do have a difficult time finding anything truly weird anymore. I think I'm desensitised." And thus, Edmund provoked the universe into proving him wrong. Fantastic move, Edmund.

"You say that like you don't think you're going to see a squirrel with a lightsaber hanging out in the park tomorrow," Rose retorted.

"Squirrels are people too. Of sorts. Who's to say they're not Jedi? There are plenty of them on the island."

"Because one of the other Jedi probably would have mentioned it by now?" She pointed out. "Also no lightsabers."

"Perhaps they're stealth Jedi. Or haven't graduated to become full Jedi yet."

"Like Zayne?" Rose suggested. "You're reaching here, Pevensie."

Edmund hadn't known that about Zayne, but from his swordwork it really wasn't that surprising. "I've lost track of what we were talking about." No he hadn't.

"Your exploits as a tiny horse," Rose supplied helpfully.

"I was hardly tiny."

"Are horses normally that little?" She asked curiously.

"Certain breeds of pony are intentional bred to be smaller in stature."

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Rose tried hard to keep from snickering as she looked over at him. "Uh huh."

"Don't you have practising to do?" Edmund asked. "I won't take you to the clinic if you wound yourself next week with the real thing because of lack of practice."

She narrowed her eyes at him, insulted at the insinuation. "I have used a real weapon once or twice before, Edmund. I'm not about to freak out at a sudden sharp edge."

"I know," he replied, looking slightly pleased with himself. "But it got you to stop talking about horses."

"Hrm," she was still glaring though there was a little bit of a smirk trying to come through. "For now."

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