Author's Notes: I might not do everything like towards to ending of The Magician's Nephew. This is my own version either you like it or not. This story takes place nine years after Digory and Polly's first adventure and now they are reaching adulthood.
I rated this story T because I have no idea what I may write next, but this is an interesting idea by far that I had along with A Star's Journal. I hope you enjoy and please Review. I love me some reviews.
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It is December 22nd 1894, a very cold day in Northern England. It had rained during the night and all that was on the grass was frost. The trees and the wood had no trace of leaves only more frost on the hanging branches. There were no birds not even a rooster out to welcome the new morning in song. All that was heard were rolling winds in the misty cool air. All was silent around the now eighteen year old Digory Kirke who will have his nineteenth birthday soon in six more days.
The golden brown headed young man swooped up on a frosted fence to sit down while gazing over the scenery. Digory swooped his long bangs aside taking in a deep breath as well letting it out watching the steam float in the air from his mouth. He was finally living in the country again. He and his mother moved back to their manor after his father Derek came back from traveling the world. One day, Digory thought, one day I will travel the world. The only place Digory went was the Safari in Africa a year ago with his father. Digory remembered that he and his father had to help a poor innocent lion cub out of a mud pit next to its dead mother who had given up.
It was something Digory will always remember. The sadness in the cubs' eyes, the same sadness Aslan gave to him on his adventure to Narnia long ago when he was ten with his great best friend Polly. Digory's green eyes grew fonder thinking of her and a smile curled around his lips. He missed her so much. She was a real true friend to him. It had been three years since he's seen her.
"Happy Birthday Digory," A memory on his fourteenth birthday of Polly came to his mind like whiplash. Digory smiled more.
Digory thought of all the great times he had with Polly before departing from her. Digory had always wanted to visit her but they lived almost a week away from each other and Digory's father had always kept him busy with running their manor and huge acres of land.
Digory sighed and began to jump off from the fence when the cold winds rolled and he tugged his black coat tighter around him and dug out his black and gray cap and placed it on his head. His long brown hair in the back prickled out very wavy and thick. Reaching again in his right pocket Digory pulled out his mittens, but blew on his hands first before putting them on his hands as he walked down the hill towards his lake.
While walking down Digory saw what he thought was a boulder a snow fox frightened in Digory's presence and scattered off. Digory chuckled under his breath. "If you were Narnian, you would know I would not harm you." Digory spoke to himself about the frightened fox.
Coming up to the lake which was already half frozen Digory searched for a pebble and grasped one in his grip. Surely, he thought some more, I could perhaps write Polly a telegram and tell her I would love to visit sometime.
Digory thrusted the pebble with a twist of his hand and watched it skip over the water five times before the thick ice stopped it. Life Digory had just found out without his friend Polly was boring. He kicked a block of dried dirt into the lake miserably.
Digory was turning to go back towards the manor to write telegram for Polly when his neighbor screamed from behind. "Mr. Digory Kirke!"
Digory turned to see little Olivia Macready who was only eight years old running towards him with something in her hand. She was a sweet little neighbor who always wore her long black hair in pigtails; she wore glasses, but also had this adorable look to her with amazing cheekbones.
"Hullo there Olivia," Digory looked back at what the girl was bringing. "What do you have there?"
Olivia waited to tell Digory as soon as she caught up in front of him taking deep breaths. "This telegram here is for you. It came in my parents' mail instead of yours for some reason." She handed it to Digory.
Digory opened it up skimming past the note to look at the name which said 'Polly Plummer from Oxford University' from three months ago. Digory smiled growing excited on the inside and patted Olivia's back. "Thank you Olivia." Digory mentioned before running up the hill back to the manor. The smell from the cold was some sort of minty pine smell up top the hill as he headed straight for his drive towards the door.
Once inside the butler and a maid greeted Digory. The butler asked if Digory needed anything hot to drink while the maid scattered quickly to take Digory's heavy coat off. The telegram easily sipped out of Digory's hand caught in the coats sleeve. Digory took it back firmly and told the butler he did not need anything and thanked him. Digory took off his mittens stuffing it into the coat the maid had placed on a rack.
"Digory," A voice called from the top of the stairs which Digory's mother stood. She was very beautiful with natural light blond hair with curls and waves with blue eyes. She wore a long green dress with a rich black hat placed upon her head. She smiled down at her son. "Your face is glowing. What happened?"
Digory smiled at his mother running up to her. "It's been the best news ever after three years. I finally got a new telegram from Polly. Do you remember her?"
"Of course I do, that sweet friend of yours from London now she's a keeper. What is taking you two so long to speak?" She asked.
"That does not matter now. I'm going to write her back and tell her that I'll be visiting her soon." With that Digory kissed his mothers cheek and headed straight for his room.
In the room Digory's fire was still going from the noises of crackles and he pulled a chair from his desk to start unfolding the paper again to read.
In the passage it said Polly was doing fantastic and how much she was missing Digory and their adventures together when they were kids. She also mentioned how much Digory's Uncle Andrew was progressing and that his silver hair went away back to blond. Polly said that the best thing in changes was that she was now attending Oxford University which was the place the telegram said it left from. She was doing great there and was getting into the performing arts side. She also mentioned being a part of some moving picture thing that some Lumiere brothers were doing at a train stop.
Everything Digory was reading about his friend sounded amazing. Once he was done reading Digory was reaching for his empty telegrams and placed one down on his desk with a pen in his hand and a loud knock came on his door.
Digory rolled his eyes and turned in his chair. "Please hold on a minute!"
"You don't have another minute or second Digory," The sound of Digory's father said outside the hall and then the knob turned as his father Derek came in.
"Dad this is very important. I'm trying to write back to Polly."
Derek rolled his dark brown eyes. "You can do it later Digory. Right now we need to go into town and have suiters measure us for our outfits tonight. Now come on."
"Dad why can't I wear the one I got two weeks ago?"
"Because you've already worn it and over the holidays," Derek looked over his son up and down. "You've also shrunk. You need a newer one."
Digory rolled his eyes looking at the blank telegram again and got up obeying his controlling father. "Yes sir."
How much longer will Digory have to listen to his father? There were a lot of things about him Digory could not bare. His father was a great gentleman but maybe Digory wanted to get of England, go to college, get a real job and not live off his family's fortune and money. He wanted so much more.
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In the small shop of 'Gary's Suits' even an orchestra of eight were playing their instruments in there as well. Some of the towns' men and their wives stood and bowed at Digory's father as if he were the king of England or something. Even the door men took his tall elegant hat and fur collared coat. Digory placed his hand up to one of them not wanting to take off his coat.
"Digory get a white shirt and black tux this time around. I don't want you picking another grey suit." Derek said at Digory.
"Yes sir,"
"On second thought I'll choose." Derek changed his mind looking at a very expensive tux. Digory looked over his eyes growing huge looking up at the ceiling sighing lowly and annoyed.
"Yes sir," Digory said deeply firmly. The orchestra music seemed to fit every emotion that had been going on.
"How may I help you today misters?" A tall slender man with a rich Italian accent came out holding measuring tape on his arm.
Digory chuckled slightly at when the man said help, it sounded as if he pronounced it like 'hep'.
Surprisingly the man noticed Digory's chuckle. "Do I seem to amuse you young boy?" He asked twisting his skinny gray mustache with his long pricking finger looking morso agitated.
Derek looked over his shoulder to his son and Digory placed on a straight face. "I'm sorry," Digory began to apologize to the man. "I'm sorry to mistake you I was just thinking of a friend for a moment."
"Sure you were," The man spoke deeply toned locking his eyes. "This I assume is your son Derek?"
Derek nodded. "Yes he is and I'm proud too. He's catching the Kirke families charming looks." Derek nudged his son.
Digory felt embarrassed as he looked around and the younger women giggled looking over flirtatiously. Digory wanted to leave then feeling major flushed.
"Now," Digory cut in standing in front of the measuring man with his back turned and arms spread. "About those measurements, let us get the job done now shall we."
The man made a weird noise as if he didn't know what was coming and agreed to take his measurements then. Digory's father ended up getting the expensive black tux and white shirt suit for Digory, which he liked it but it was too expensive when there were other nice ones in the store you could have gotten for less.
Digory waited patiently outside while his father was getting suited and little snow flakes began to fall. On the sidewalks the younger ladies Digory's age recognized him, some bowed and Digory bowed back smiling and some would whisper in their friends' ears. Digory knew what it was, "There's that rich boy Digory Kirke, forget him, if you're not rich yourself you can never have him or his money."
Digory could not stand the girls there at all. If you were poor you were to be with a poor person, and if you were rich you should marry a rich person. Digory's father wanted him to marry Carol Wellman. Carol's father was the second richest man in town having over $12,000.
Digory didn't want Carol nor did he like to be told who to marry just because some one comes from a rich family.
Digory felt relieved when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He can finally go home and finish his telegram for Polly.