Peter knew it was a bit irrational but he couldn't help but feel abandoned. He knew it was only for the best that they be moved away from Finchley. He knew there was no way his mother could board that train with him. He knew his father had to fight in the war, thus leaving his family alone and worried sick.

He knew it was his responsibility to care for the others.

His mother had left him with that request; that he, as the oldest, watch over his younger siblings, keep them out of trouble, and keep them safe.

Safe.

Well they were certainly safe now, finding themselves house guest in a mansion size abode. Rooms upon rooms were everywhere, simply calling to him and his siblings. Waiting to be explored. But certainly that could wait until tomorrow. He promised Lu and Ed (though reluctantly to the later) that their first full day at the Professor's house would be fun for all of them.

"You promise, Peter?" Lucy had asked skeptically .

Peter pulled a face of mock insult. "Lucy! Would I ever go back on my word?"

Lucy giggled after that, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "No. Never. Unlike Eddy." It was meant to be a playful insult, Lucy would never intentionally hurt someone. Edmund, who had been leaning against the doorframe, having been ordered by his older sister to say goodnight to Lucy, stomped out with a malicious roll of his eyes. A few second later they heard him shout "And don't ever call me Eddy, again!" A door slammed.

Peter, now officially beyond angry with his brother, made to stand up., but Lucy pulled him back down.

"Don't." She pleaded, near tears. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have called him that." A tear escaped. "That was Dad's nickname for him."

Peter scooted closer to his smallest sister, wrapping her up in his arms and resting his cheek against her brown hair. "It's alright, Lu. Never feel bad. Ed's just a little tense these days. Hush, now. Don't cry."

Lucy wiped her cheeks, still adorably cute considering how she was getting older. "Do you think Mummy's thinking about us now, Peter?"

"Wll of course, silly. I'm sure Mum's thinking about all of us. Especially you." He punctuated the word by tweaking her nose, causing her to smile.

"Well, do you think Daddy's thinking of us as well?" She asked suddenly, hope sparkling in her eyes.

The dark truth was, Peter believed the only thing their father was thinking of was how to stay alive. But why tear sweet Lucy up like that?"

He gently pushed he down, back against her pillows. "Of course, angel. And never think otherwise." He leaned down, pressing a kiss against her right cheek, then left, and finally her nose.

"G'night, Peter!"

"'Night, Lucy."

"Sleep tight, ok?"

He brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. Normally he would be saying that to her, but Lucy had a habit of trying to make everyone feel happier and loved, so it fit that she would be the one saying it in this case.

"I will, Lu. I will."

With that he walked out, headed for Edmund.