The moment Edmund's foot hit the platform, he began to scheme. Oh, what in the world shall I do to make my sister cry twice, enter a wardrobe which, by complete coincidence happens to have mythological creatures in it, including a faun, which she soon befriends, then have me enter, meet an evil witch, whom I become friends with, try to lure my brother and sisters into the wardrobe, get taken by the good mythological creatures, which, by the way, are called Narnians, join forces with a seemingly pleasant lion called Aslan, who later kills the White Witch who by that time I learn is truly evil, grow up in the wardrobe, then, on a search for a stag that is white, we find a lamppost, then find the wardrobe again, and enter back onto earth, and we're back to the same ages we were when we first entered the wardrobe! Oh, and we become kings and queens.
His dreams were immediately crushed as Peter smacked him on the head. "Edmund, you idiot, move! We're going to be late! Moron…" he exclaimed.
His two sisters had also stepped off of the train, and were standing in front of him, suitcases in hand, staring at him. Later he learned that they had been staring at him for the past twenty seconds. He didn't notice this because he had been too focused in his own little world.
Peter again struck Edmund in the nose. Edmund heard a crack. He bent over. "Oh, you bliming idiot. You broke my nose! Oh man, this really hurts! Seriously! Why?" He looked up at Peter, glaring. "Why in the whole bliming world did you have to do that?"
Lucy spoke up. "I agree with Edmund. That was sort of cru-"
She was cut off as Peter hit her in the nose. She bent over as well. "Ohhhh…"
"Peter, honestly! This is so uncalled fo…" said Susan, before she also, was punched in the nose. A third cracking sound.
"I am tired of this! Everyone is always criticizing and acts as if I'm the cruel one! Why doesn't anyone besides me realize that Edmund is a stuck-up jerk?" Peter shouted.
But Edmund was distracted. "Holy Cow! Look over there! It's a carriage!"
The person in the carriage was Ms. McCready, who had been watching them ever since they had gotten off the train. "Oh, poor dolts. Perhaps I should adopt them. Yes, I believe I will," she muttered to herself.
She got off the carriage and walked to the four children, three who appeared to have broken noses. "Err…excuse me, children, but do you want to be adopted?"
The one to her right looked up at her. "How queer. This lady just asked us if we want to be adopted, which is an extremely awkward question, not to mention she doesn't know us in the slightest, and doesn't know whether we have parents or not. But, in answer, yes. I would like to be adopted. My parents are terrible."
Ms. McCready stared at the boy for a moment, then looked to the other three.
"Yes" said the tall girl.
"Yes" said the small girl.
The taller boy stepped up to Ms. McCready, glared at her, and shouted louder than he had ever shouted. "YES!"
Then he punched her in the nose.
Three hours later they arrived at a big house. A very grand house with a nice cat in the front yard that greeted them there.
They stepped into the house, and Ms. McCready shouted up a large staircase, "Mr. Kirke? I adopted four kids I hope you do not mind."
A man with frazzled hair and crazed eyes tumbled down the stairs, but sprung up on the landing. "Boogidy Boo!" he screamed. He rushed to each of the children, and held each of them by their shoulders, shaking them.
"Boogidy Boo!"
"Boogidy Boo!"
"Boogidy Boo!"
"Boogidy Boo!"
Last of all he ran to Ms. McCready. "BOOGIDY BOO!" The old, apparently crazed man, said the phrase quickly each time, as if it were a combination of the two words.
Ms. McCready looked over at the children who were staring with wide eyes at who they guessed was Mr. Kirke. "Yes, this is Mr. Kirke. Apparently he drank to many energy drinks whilst I was gone…" She looked Kirke in the eyes. "You stop drinking those so much. Only one a day. That's that. Understood?"
Mr. Kirke looked down and then looked up at Ms. McCready with a solemn face. "Not the puppy-dog face again, Mr. Kirke! You know what? Go up to your room. Now. Go! I command you to stay in your room for one hour." She pointed up the staircase. "Now."
Mr. Kirke turned around on one foot, and…pranced up the stairs? Ms. McCready hurried after him. "No energy drinks, Kirke!"
So, Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy, were left to look around their new home. "My, my, this is a rather grand house! And look at that cute cat out front. Oh, he's meowing. He must want in." Susan walked towards the door and opened it. When she did the cat walked away. Susan slammed the door in a fit of rage. "Oh, that stupid cat! I do hope it rots away out there. It made me walk all the way over to the door, open it, just for it to reject my offer of a warm home!"
Edmund completely ignored her. "I say, where are our rooms?"
"Probably some place absolutely horrid," Susan exclaimed.
"Why do you always have to be ever so pessimistic, Susan? It's probably some lovely place, with warm beds and the cat probably visits regularly…"
"I'm allergic to cats." Peter muttered.
"and the carpet is ever so soothing," Lucy finished.
Ms. McCready came back down the stairs. "Excuse me for leaving, young children. I should show you your room. You'll all be sharing one of course."
She led them downstairs where there was a huge room, that looked precisely as Lucy had described it. "This will be your room. Those are your beds over there. Oh and by the way, there's a wardrobe two flights up. Just pointing that out." Then she left.
Lucy walked to the middle of the room. "See! What did I tell you? This room is fanta…" Then she fell through the floor.