I do not own Narnia or any of its characters.

By the way, the Latin is not perfect. I got it off a free translation site.

Chapter one

Clank, a grunt, more clanking, then finally…."Touché!!" My teacher's voice rang out in the clear afternoon air.

"My Lady, you're getting better. But you need to hold your Pariser more steady, " said Mr. Jerfin, my fencing instructor.

I sat down under an old oak tree, and drank the cup of water that Mr. Jerfin offered me. I looked around me and saw the soft, green grass, the tall, proud abundance of trees and Mrs. Macready with 4 young people, and the… young people? Then I suddenly remembered, my Godfather, Professor Kirke agreed to take in 4 children from Finchley, England because of the air raids. How could I forget?! I stood up and said goodbye to Mr. Jerfin.

As I was walking back to the house, a servant by the name of Mary Renolds came up to me and said, "Your Ladyship, The four children are here."

"Yes, Mary, I saw them, I also believe that Mrs. Macready will give them the 'no shouting, no running, no breathing' speech. Oh and we mustn't forget 'There shall be no disturbin' of the Professor'." I ended with a small giggle.

Mary smiled and said "Oh yes, no doubt, Your Ladyship."

"Well I'd better go and un-frighten them." A far off voice called "MARY, MARY! FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, WHERE ARE YOU??" Mary looked amused, "I have to go now, Your Ladyship".

I nodded and Mary left. Before I went down, I looked at myself in the hallway mirror. I saw the same face that had been looking back at me for the past 13 years. Long, thick ebony hair that fell almost to my waist, which many people called gorgeous, I thought it was a nuisance, I mean Have they ever tried brushing it!? I learned (still learning) to fence when I was 11 it's not as easy as it looks (those Parisers are not easy to handle, plus despite what other people say, are really heavy). I began learning Latin by the time I was 9, and even though it's not used it's still a good thing to have a basic knowledge of the language. My hair and my eyes are the only pretty parts of my face. My mouth is too small and my nose too short. I'm extremely thin. People have asked me if I was under fed. Hmmm, sometimes I do skip breakfast….but not very often. I heard the door shut, and saw Mrs. Macready was leading four children up the stairs.

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"….There shall be no running, no shouting, and NO touching of the historical artifacts!" Hah I knew it!

I tripped lightly down the old staircase, and peeked around the corner to get my first glance at my new house guests. The eldest was a young man who had blonde hair and was, I'd say, 6 feet tall. The oldest girl was very pretty and she had sparkling brown eyes to match her hair. The next was a young male adolescent who had chocolate hair and deep brown eyes; I noted the frowns and glares he shot at his oldest sibling. The last was a small, shy looking young girl that had brown hair and grayish- brownish eyes.

"Mrs. Macready, when do you want dinner ready? I was thinking probably around 6, so they can get settled in first." I said.

"Miss Vincent, I wish you would let me do my job." she said with a tight smile. As if it were an after thought she added, "Shouldn't you be working on your Latin?"

Ah, well at least it was a smile I thought.

I responded, "I'm defessus of opus in meus Latin. I've opus in is pro 2 hora hodie." (I'm tired of working on my Latin...I've worked on it for 2 hours today.) The eldest looked shocked, judging by his agape mouth.

"Hello, my name is Clara Vincent. My Godfather is Professor Kirke." I held out my hand. The eldest took it, and introduced his family.

"My name is Peter Pevensie." He then went down the line and named the rest of his young family. Susan was the next oldest, Edmund was the second to the youngest; the last was Lucy who looked at me and smiled.

"Well, Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy I hope you will be very content here. We shall try and do our very best to make this seem like your home. Now if you'll excuse me, I must work on my Latin." I smiled and went through the door that led to the library.

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It was raining one day, and I felt bad about neglecting my guests, so I decided to pay them a visit. It didn't take long, since I knew where they were staying. My Godfather and I wanted them to stay together; Mrs. Macready wanted them to be out of her way. So we all agreed to let them have the east corridor in which to live. They were in the library that was next to the girls' room.

I heard sounds coming from the room and paused to listen.

"Come on, Peter, gastrovascular." I had to smile at that one.

Peter sighed, "Is it Latin?'

"Yes…"

"Is it Latin for worst game ever invented?" Edmund asked.

I opened the door more, seeing as it was already open slightly.

"No, I think that one's 'Pessimus venatus umquam reperio'" ( Worst game ever invented) I said grinning.

They all jumped a little. "Hello, Clara, we were just discussing words in the dictionary, such an amusing pastime." Peter said with an impish grin.

"Oh I know! I do it regularly. Maybe we should have a discussion on etymology." I said with utmost seriousness. Peter looked at me with horror.

I started to giggle, then almost fall on the floor from laughing so hard. By then everyone (except for Edmund) was either laughing at me laughing so hard or they were laughing at Peter's facial expression.

After we had calmed down; Susan asked, "What shall we do with ourselves?"

"We could play Hide and seek!" Lucy said hopefully.

"But we're already having so much fun..." Peter said, with a tired grin

Susan looked annoyed.

I felt bad for Lucy so I said "It'll be fun, there's lots of great places to hide! Besides, it's raining, there's nothing else for you to do". I shot Peter a look. He immediately stood up.

I earned a bright smile from Lucy. Peter started counting, "99...98…97…96…95...94...93...92...91...90…Mrs. Macready…"

"Miss Vincent…Oh there you are." Mrs. Macready said, with a worried look on her face.

"Yes, Mrs. Macready?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

She had in her hand a letter. As soon as I saw it, all the color drained from my face. I turned so that they wouldn't see my ashen face. I put on a fake smile and said "What are you waiting for, Peter?" Everyone grinned. Peter resumed counting, "89…88…87...86…" I put the letter in my pocket and took off looking for a place to hide.