Pevensy blushes.  This is, to say the least, not something he wants to do...<br/><br/>"Uhm...he...Prefect DeWithers...I..."  With some effort, the poor boy manages to stiffen both his spine and his upper lip.  Having regained his dignity, Pevensy forges ahead with surprising decorum.  "Prefect DeWithers has instructed me to personally apologize for having made a disrespectful remark about you last night at dinner.  He also said to give you this by way of a...token of compensation."<br/><br/>Those last three words come out between tightly clenched teeth.<br/><br/>"Will this suffice, Prefect Lazari?"<br/><br/>The 'token' is a small brown paper parcel which contains three small chocolates of very high quality.  And Pevensy just doesn't seem the chocolates and roses type--chewing gum in the hair and frogs in pocket, more like.