"What the…"

I was freezing; it was only summer vacation back home. How did I go from my dusty old attic to standing in the middle of a forest in the middle of winter? In my shorts and t-shirt no less!

Stupid Gregory. My moron of an older brother threatened me bodily harm if I so much as touched his precious game station. It wasn't my fault that he put easily spilled liquids near his main consol. All it took was one bump and his game station made sparks and died.

I had climbed into our rarely used attic to hide from him, but the light bulb had burned out. Now here I was in the middle of a snow storm.

Shaking I made my way through the snow and ice to the lamppost. "Good god, where am I?" I felt fear tickle my toes...however that might have just been the cold.

Looking behind me to find my home I saw a warm light. Instantly I felt reassured. I could go back anytime I wanted. Grinning I turned around and twirled around in the snow that fell. "This is the best thing ever!"

"Stop that!"

"That's cold!"

"Lucy!"

I peered through the bushes to find four children about my age. They were having a snowball fight. Well three of them were, the fourth was standing to the side looking quite sullen.

"Ow." The sullen was whined when he got hit in the arm with a snowball. "Stop it.

The eldest boy turned to look at him, "You little lair."

"You didn't believe her either."

"Apologize to Lucy…say you're sorry."

The sullen boy took a half step back when he left threatened, "Alright! I'm sorry."

The little girl, whom I assumed was Lucy, gave a cheeky grin, "That's alright. Some little children don't know when to stop pretending." I could tell that was a jab of some kind. And that's when I fell forward and landed in their mists.

The eldest girl let out a squeak of surprise. "Goodness!"

I then noted their accents. British. "Hi there." I stood up and brushed the snow off my shirt.

"Who are you?" the eldest boy asked.

"I'm Will, Will Ryder." I held out my hand of him to shake. "And you?"

"I'm Peter, Peter Pevensie. And these are my sisters Susan, Lucy, and my brother Edmund," he gestured to each of his siblings as he shook my hand.

I smiled and shivered as I felt the cold come onto me, "Nice to meet you. So…could I ask where I am?"

"You're in Narnia!" Lucy piped up.

I let the name roll about in my head for a few seconds before I said, "Cool."

"You're American," Edmund snipped.

I leaned to the side to see him behind Peter, "Yup. And you're British."

Peter asked, "Yes."

Noticing their cloths I asked myself, "Is that how all people in England dress?"

They looked at my cloths. I was wearing jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt. I wasn't exactly dressed for the weather either. I shivered.

"How did you get here?" Lucy asked, "I didn't see you in the wardrobe."

"What's a wardrobe?" I asked testing out the new word. I felt like I had hear it somewhere before, but the meaning of that word was unfamiliar to me.

All four of them looked at each other then back to me.

"Like a cupboard," Susan said.

"Oh," I said understanding a bit better, "Like a closet."

They nodded.

I shivered again. My fingertips were starting to grow severely chilled; I tucked them under my armpits.

"So how's the war for you over there?" Edmund asked.

"Why should they care?" I wondered. Everyone looked at me, expecting an answer, "Umm, I don't know I don't keep up with the news…sorry…"

"I think we should go back," Susan said looking around.

"I don't know how I got here in the first place," I piped up.

Edmund gestured to the area around us, "Shouldn't we at least take a look around?"

"I think, Lucy should decide," Peter said. "She's been here before."

"Ok," I said. "Umm, could I come with you?"

"Sure," Lucy said taking my hand smiling, "I want you all to meet Mr. Tumnus!"

Peter agreed and walked back from where they had come from.

Susan seemed to be the rational one as she said, "We can't go hiking in the snow, dressed like this."

He returned with coats, "No, but I'm sure the professor wouldn't mind us using this. Besides if you think about it logically we wouldn't even be taking them out of the wardrobe." He handed me a coat and I thanked him, sinking into the warmth the coat provided.

"But that's a girl's coat," Edmund complained when he was handed a furry coat.

"I know."