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Chapter 1: Victoria Clemmings

"Come along now." Ms. Douglas rushed ahead of me, her graying hair in a tight bun. There was a lot of bustling all about the station. Mothers saying 'good-bye' to their loved ones and policemen making sure you've got your ticket. The Conductors began to blow their whistle, signaling a last warning.

"Attention, would all parents ensure that their children have the appropriate identification cards."

Ms. Douglas stopped, making me skid slightly but stopping myself before I bumped into her. She threw me a white paper before turning to face me.

"Your stop is the fifth. I feel unfortunate for those who will take care of you" Giving me a disgusted look and a sneer before continuing her small lecture, of some sorts. "Regrettably," another sneer "I won't be here to pick you up when you come back around. There probably won't be an orphanage by the time this war is over. The one thing this Blitz has ever done me any good, is getting you out of my sight. The rest of the lot has been placed with others. I hope we don't meet again in the near future, Ms. Victoria Clemmings."

She abruptly left, with a sour look on her face. I glared at the back of her bunned head.

"Bloody hag" I mumbled under my breath. I then proceeded to tie the white paper to the front of my jacket. I straightened out my clothing – a knee length black skirt, a plain gray long sleeved shirt and a dark brown jacket – and made sure my shoes were tied. I followed a line of children who were being evacuated as well. A policeman grabbed my white paper and seemed satisfied with what was on it, patting my shoulder to let me pass through. Most of the mothers were sniffling or, at the very least, misty-eyed. Small children were crying as they moved onto the train. Children were sticking their heads out of the windows already, some sticking their faces right up to the glass. I walked, heaving my suitcase behind me; it wasn't very heavy, mind you. I found a compartment no one had occupied yet. I placed my suitcase on the floor while I began to take off my jacket, it was unbearably hot. Yet when is it never scorching hot for me? Placing it on the seat in front of me I moved to put my suitcase in the upper shelf, when a hand suddenly shot out and began to lift it. It moved to the shelf and placed it carefully, not that anything fragile was in it. I followed the hand back to its owner. I met a pair of dark brown eyes which stared back at me kindly. He had neatly combed blond hair and on his other hand was a little girl with brown hair, reaching a bit past her ears, straight and just as neatly combed.

"Thank you." My voice coming out clear despite, how long I had been yelling the night before. You couldn't expect Ms. Douglas to get the children out fast enough.

"It's no problem at all." There was an accent matching mine in his voice, his ringing while mine wasn't showing much. He turned back around, the little girl still in his hand. The girl offered me a small smile to which I gave her a soft smile. I heard the Conductor's whistle go off and the train started to move. I felt like the whole train was about to tilt over as everyone suddenly rushed to a window, yelling their last good-byes. I was thankful that I was on the opposite side that wasn't facing the train station filled with mothers. I rolled up my sleeves, up to elbows. I decided it was best to catch up on my sleep.

I am a light sleeper, being woken up about four times at every stop before I decided to keep a look out for the fifth. The train was nearly empty, no talking in the air. The train slowed, signaling that it was nearing its fifth stop. I grabbed my suitcase, hanging my jacket on my arm. Four other children were in the hallways with their suitcases, two of them being the blonde boy and the little girl. There was another girl, probably an inch shorter than me, who had straight brown hair reaching past her shoulders. The other was a boy with short brown hair and bangs that didn't quite reach his eyes, younger than the two clearly older ones, but older than the little girl. They must be related, the thought snuck in my mind. The train came to a complete stop, its doors opening. The 'station' looked like a half-built shack. A carriage rushed down the dirt road as the train left.

"The Professor knew we were coming." The older girl stated. We climbed down the rickety stairs before I turned my head with interest, coming down to a stop behind the four.

"You are with the Professor as well?" I questioned. The four turned to stare at me, not even noticing that I was here in the first place. The little girl gave me another small smile at the sight of me.

"Yes, I'm Susan Pevensie." She stuck out her left hand. I transferred my jacket and suitcase to my left and I shook her hand with my right.

"Victoria Clemmings." She looked me over, taking in my appearance before introducing me to the others.

"These are my brothers and sister. This is Peter," I glanced at the blonde boy and he gave me a nod, recognition in his eyes. "Edmund," a scowl on his face, he crossed his arms, refusing to look me in the eyes. Peter bumped into him, forcing him to look up. He stubbornly raised his eyes to mine, his eyes widened as they met my blue ones. "And Lucy." Lucy waved her hand at me.

"Nice to meet you all." A minute past as we watched the road in front of us.

"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled?" Edmund said. We all turned towards the sound of horses neighing and spotted a carriage, of sorts, coming down a hill. White horses click-clopped down the dirt road, coming to a stop in front of us.

"Mrs. MacReady?" Peter asked hesitantly. The lady had her gray hair in a ponytail; she was wrapped in the front seat with her hands on the ropes. She glanced down disinterestedly.

"I'm afraid so." She takes us all in including our baggage, as if there was much in the first place. I get a sense of déjà vu here, is she and Ms. Douglas related?

"Is this it, then? Haven't you brought anything else?" Giving us a questioning look.

"No Ma'am. It's just us." Lucy nodded in agreement.

"Small favors." She commented. She gestured to climb into the horse cart. We sat quietly in a circle as she whipped the horses to move faster. I flinched with every hit. My hair flew in the breeze, I gathered up my black curly hair putting it up into a ponytail leaving a few pieces that framed my face.

The house was practically a mansion, I looked around with wonder. Mrs. MacReady began to talk in an authoritative voice.

"Professor Kirke is not accustomed to havin' children in this house. And, as such, there are a few rules we need to follow. There will be no shoutin'. Or runnin'. No improper use of the dumbwaiter." Climbing the stairs as she talked, glancing back as Susan reaches to touch the nose of a marble bust.

"No touchin' of the historical artifacts!" She suddenly shouted, a note of hysteria in her voice. My eyes widened in surprise while Susan jumped. She turned calm and resumed walking up the stairs.

"And above all, there shall be no disturbin' of the Professor."

Getting late, we were shown our rooms. The room was decent enough and I couldn't complain. The sheets themselves were made of better material than the ones in the orphanage. A bit scratchy I'll admit, but it aided its mission to allow me to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I woke a bit early to the pitter-patter of rain hitting the window pane. The sheets were kicked all around me, a pillow on the floor. Glancing towards the glass, the sky was gray with thick clouds. I stretched with a groan, lifting myself off the bed. I took a small look at my reflection, instantly noticing the black curly nest atop my head. Grabbing my comb, towel, toothbrush and toothpaste, I headed to the bathroom. We didn't have our own bathrooms, so I had to head into the hallway. Mrs. MacReady had grudgingly shown us a few key places as we past them. The house was still a labyrinth, but with time I could get used to it. Nobody seemed to be up yet. Stealing a peek at the grandfather clock, it was around eight-thirty in the morning.

A great deal of pain and a brush stuck in my hair later, I returned to my room. My head ached in annoyance as I sifted through my suitcase. I pulled out a black blouse – with a shirt pocket – and a knee length, navy blue skirt. I put on a hair band to keep my hair out of my face; my hair barely reached the small of my back. I pulled on a pair of socks and my mid calf boots. I walked along the hallways, listening to the sound of my footsteps, they hardly made a sound. I found the kitchen and grabbed an apple which lay on the counter; I wasn't much for breakfast in the first place. I walked briskly back to my room and pulled out a book I had brought along.

Dog-earring the page I was on, I momentarily wondered where the others were. Mrs. MacReady had yelled for breakfast about a couple hours ago. It must be two in the afternoon about now. I got up and stretched my legs for a few seconds before deciding it best to take a walk.

There were more doors than there were orphans, and trust me that's saying something. I heard mumbling coming from a door. I walked in to see the Pevensies sitting in a circle. Lucy was staring out the window, Susan with a dictionary in her lap, Peter sitting in a chair beside her, and Edmund sitting on the floor.

"-on, Peter. Gastrovascular." Susan exclaimed, exasperated.

"Is it Latin?" Peter said

"Yes." Edmund raised his head slightly to look at Susan, another scowl on his face.

"Is it Latin for 'worst game ever invented'?" Edmund said, rather enthusiastically. Susan shut her dictionary in annoyance. Lucy suddenly turned from the window, beaming.

"We could play hide and seek?"

"But, we're already having so much fun." Sarcasm dripping along with Peter's accent.

"Oh, hello Victoria." Peter straightened and greeted me, as he saw me standing behind Susan. Edmund didn't acknowledge me and Susan glanced behind the couch to give me a smile.

"Please? Can Victoria play also?" Lucy gave Peter her doe eyes and looked at me pleadingly.

Peter looked at me for my response, I nodded, a crooked smile on my face. Peter gave a sigh, trying to hide his smile as he looked back at Lucy.

"One, two…"

"What!" Edmund yelled his glare turning onto me, as if it was my fault. Lucy full on grinned and jumped towards me. Susan rolled her eyes and placed her dictionary on the table before turning to leave the room. Peter started to get up and hide his face on a piece of furniture while he counted.

"Come on!" Lucy tugged my hand rushing around to get through the door beside Peter. Edmund found a spot in some drapes, giving us a both a traditional glare before stating 'I was here first' rather obnoxiously.

"Twenty-three, Twenty-four…" Peter's voice rung out, rather faintly. Lucy and I began to try a couple random doors. The next door I tried opened and Lucy gave me a gleeful look before entering the room before me.

We were both astounded to find only one thing in the room. There were large windows along the walls. The object had a great, white sheet covering it. It was against the wall leering over the both of us. We walked slowly up to it, speechless. I reached forward and ripped the sheet off. A gasp ripped through the room, I realized it was mine. It was a beautiful wardrobe. Intricate pictures carved into the wood. A small door with a little gold handle coaxes us to open it.

"Sixty-eight, Sixty-nine…" Peter's voice ringed in the air again, as if reminding us we were in the middle of a game. We both turned to look at each other, a smile on our faces.

"He'll never find us here." Lucy whispered to me excitedly. I turned the little handle, my gaze meeting fur coats. I walked in and moved to the side to let Lucy in. Lucy clambered in after me.

This is the end of Chapter 1. I hope you liked it and I'm sorry if there were any mistakes. I've already got the whole story written out so I'll be uploading regularly. For me to post I'll be asking for something in return- *evil smile* -only two reviews, not a big deal. But they also can't be by the same person. So just saying. This 'book' of mine is based heavily on the movie, not on the book. I didn't exactly have time to read the book and I am in a place where it would be impossible to get either.