Mm kay, so I may have come off a bit strong in the last Author's Note/Disclaimer. Long days and all of that, anyway, I know it's dragging a bit right now, but things will get interesting soon and then it will veer from every other shameless self insert story, I promise. Just muscle through the next few chapters. I know they're short, but they're supposed to be in diary format so that tends to make for shorter chapters. Also I really do like reviews; really, I do. Even if you hated it just tell me why. And in case anyone missed the note at the end of the last one, I will do a cameo appearance if you can tell me what the title means. Okay really I'm just trying to get feedback, but can ya blame a girl for tryin?

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine.


Diary,

They've arrived. They're all moving about as if in a fog, though with what they've witnessed I understand completely. It must be terrifying to see all those bombs raining down around you. One minute a house is there and the next there's a garden leading up to a pile of rubble. It must be galling. Although the downside is that I'm to eat meals with them now, as Diggory has taken to locking himself in his study more often. I wonder if the old dear is well.

The Pevensies, at least that's what I heard Betty, Margaret and Ivy call them, are mostly very nice. The eldest of them, Peter, cannot be more than 15. Though I must say he is quite the handsome chap with his blond hair and clear blue eyes. The next one in the bunch is Susan. She's quite and tends to strike me as a mother figure, however begrudgingly admitted by some. She has dark brown, almost black hair and the same clear blue eyes as Peter, though her complexion is absolutely radiant…I wonder what her secret is? The second to youngest is Edmund; he has the same dark hair as his elder sister but with much darker eyes. He's an absolutely horrid creature to be around I must admit, and though I don't like to talk ill of people, he's not one that I'd go out of my way to spend time with. Then there's the youngest Pevensie; Lucy. She's an absolute doll! Her hair is fair and her eyes are merry and she has the most enthusiasm for everything she sees. Peter adores her, Susan is fondly tolerant of her, and Edmund would like to shove her in a closet for the next few years if attitudes are any indication. Though all of this is based off of first impressions at dinner and the commotion I heard down the hall a few moments ago; I may be mistaken, but I doubt it.

Until Tomorrow,
Anna