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A/N: This is rather drabble-esque. I apologize to those of you who wanted a longer chapter.
Since you ask, you much understand that Eustace Scrubb was a terror. All my relatives said so. They had all been pursued by him at one time or another during the course of their lives, and my mother especially looked forward to him leaving at the end of the hols to go back to school.
He delighted in chasing us, for some odd reason. He pursued his cousins with much the same wicked glee. But it was different for us.
He still likes to watch us, but he's changed, somehow. Where formerly he would worry us and plague us half to death, he now merely watches us. I think it's his cousin's influence. I'd heard stories of Edmund being cruel to my relatives before he went Away, but I've heard nary a complaint since he got Back.
Perhaps he shared his experience with Eustace. I shouldn't doubt it.
I must say, it's nice to have some peace and quiet back. We're no longer chased, no longer impaled, no longer mounted on sheets of posterboard in his room.
At last, it's nice to be a butterfly in the Scrubb's garden.