"Changing the timeline so the September Bacchanal starts existing is pretty big I think! ...also your brother, at least I assume he's your brother, looked really unhappy about this and I remembered that, uh, consent."

"Oh. ...poor counterfactual Peter. But - you didn't do anything to him, or didn't mean to."

"No," he agrees, lifting his head again finally, "after I came in you I was for a moment sufficiently not horny to notice that I should perhaps unmake the September Bacchanal. So, personally, I only did you. I still feel like I did the September Bacchanal to everyone else there, though."

"By writing a sex joke in your student handbook. Which you had absolutely no reason to believe would affect anything."

"I mean, okay, sure, it wasn't really my fault. I guess. I still feel guilty. Also horny again, which is making me feel confusedly guilty too."

"I don't see how you could possibly not be horny about it! I'm horny about it and I wasn't even there! And - separate yourself from the situation. I, Edmund Pevensie, made a scribble in my student handbook that got you gangbanged in an offshoot reality that no longer exists. Should I, Edmund Pevensie, feel guilty about that?"

Well, that depends, are you still actively horny about how distressed Peter looked and fantasizing about tying him up and riding his stupidly huge dick while he's miserable about it?

He does not ask this, of course, and just shakes his head. "No. No, I guess not. ...I feel kinda weird too about, uh... From my perspective not fifteen minutes ago I was hilt deep in you but—did we even interact much in this timeline other than me winking at you this morning?"

If you don't ask the question you don't get to know if the answer is yes!

"We had a very brief conversation between homeroom and first period in which we flirted pretty outrageously. Not exactly hilt-deep territory, but frankly this situation is weird enough it doesn't rate."

"Okay. Uh. Okay." He looks down at the handbook again. Then up at Edmund. Then he squirms in place a bit. "Say, why did you come here half an hour after the end of the school day on this timeline?"

"Left my cellphone in the locker room, I think. I was going to check for it there, at least, then I noticed you napping and decided to pester you."

"Well, the handbook has a sense of humour in picking timelines. I would guess. Seems a bit coincidental."

"I guess it does seem that way... not that it's anything really out of the ordinary for me to forget something, but it does seem like a stretch that out of everyone who could have found you it was me."

"Mmhm." He stretches his neck and gets to his feet with a hop. ...he is visibly tenting, and adjusts himself to make that less obvious. "Okay! So, I have a magic handbook that can edit reality if I scribble on it and the boy it's shipping me with. I have no idea what comes next but I gotta say I'm excited."

"It's a slight leap to say it's shipping us. But I'll step up, sure. Hmm... as far as next steps, I think let's wait for tomorrow when we can see the effects before we mess with anything too important? ...maybe shift the school day forwards an hour or so, though, so we don't have to get up at 6."

"Oh that's a wonderful idea. ...you do it, so you keep the memory. Since apparently I'm also special and I'll only remember the original timeline."

Edmund takes the book and - pauses -

"If I do it now then we'll be in the middle of our final period," he observes. "Why don't you do it when you get home, I don't mind losing memories of a bunch of bleary mornings."

"Fine, as long as you believe me when I tell you about them."

"Oh, yes, the counterfactual orgy passes muster but the concept of high school starting an hour earlier is a bridge too bloody far."

Edmund sighs as he passes the handbook back. "It's so tempting to write that orgy bit back in, you know. With some extra stipulations to spare my poor brother."

"...maybe we can figure out details later. Right now I'm so horny if I let myself write into the book I might ban clothes just so I can look at you naked."

Edmund bites his lip and adjusts his trousers a bit. "...and that would be best to do tomorrow."

"I could go for an entirely normal and not magical round two, if we're skipping the part where we pretend we don't want to jump each other's bones."

"...in the high school gymnasium. Or - were you proposing a change of scenery?"

"One of those."

"Do you actually know somewhere two teenagers can have sex without someone inevitably finding us and having a horribly awkward talk about it and possibly getting us suspended?"

"Tell me how risky you want it and I'll take you there."