Chapter Two

"I can remember when we used to have fun here," Charlie says from where she was laying on the sofa, her lanky body sprawled across the long and comfortable seat which was supposed to seat four people.

"That was before Mum died," David said as he continued drawing in the sketch book on his lap. Mia sobbed and ran out of the room at the mention of her mother. It may have been years ago now but it was still upsetting to the ten year old Mia who hadn't had her mother for long.

Mia continued running through the large house towards her room before noticing that the door at the end of the hallway was open.

"Shouldn't that be closed," Mia whispers to herself, walking up to the door and expecting to find Abigail in the room that no one was allowed in. The room hadn't been open since Granddad's older brother had died and left him the house. She looked around and seeing no Abigail, she was about to pull the door shut when she noticed the big white sheet covering something. Mia stepped out of the room and made sure that no one was coming. With a satisfied smile, Mia walked towards the sheet and pulled it off with all her strength. She stepped back as the dust suddenly attacked her lungs and began coughing before looking at what was hidden under the sheet; a large and intricately designed wardrobe was slightly faded from old age but was still beautiful and most likely an antique. Mia bit her lip as she opened the door, hoping that no one could hear the loud creaking it was making. She looked inside and noticed that it was filled with loads of fur coats. She furrowed her brows when she saw the coats lightly moving, as though there was a breeze blowing through the room. Moving the coats out of her way, Mia walked through the wardrobe, wondering how big it was. She finally got to the last row of coats and stopped when she saw the extraordinary sight in front of her. Mia smiled and went off to explore...

"Why don't you keep your mouth shut for once?" Charlie demands as she throws her long legs off the sofa, prepared to stand and go after Mia but wasn't expecting David to stand up with anger in his eyes.

"Why don't you Charlotte? You're the one who started this!" He shouts and Charlie sneered at her younger brother, curling her hands as though she wanted nothing better than to slap him.

"Don't call me Charlotte and this is nothing to do with me! Some of us just don't think before we speak!" Charlie wasn't expecting David to tackle her onto the sofa and screamed and scratched her brother with her long nails as they yell at each other, their angry voices blending into one scream as Matthew, Abigail, Helen and Jonathan run in. They take one look at the fighting siblings and quickly spring into action; Matthew grabbing David, Jonathan and Helen holding down Charlie and Abigail staying at the edge of the room with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression.

"What's all this about?" Matthew demands and David pulls himself from his father's grip.

"As if you care! You haven't since mum died and you married her!" He screams and storms to his room as Matthew stares in shock and Charlie relaxes, glaring at her father's confused expression.

"That boy needs a good slap," Abigail says and Charlie pulls away from her grandparents and turns her glare on Abigail.

"And you need to cut down on the hair dye because I think it's seeping through to your brain," She says through gritted teeth before storming up to her bedroom, slamming her door shut behind her and letting out a frustrated scream as she falls onto the bed in exhaustion.

"Are you okay?" Charlie sits up at the sound of the voice and looks at the mirror. Instead of seeing herself she saw the blonde handsome boy again, the first time in weeks. "Can you hear me?" Charlie nods and walks towards the mirror with wide eyes.

"Yeah. To both questions." She says as he chuckles.

"You don't look it," He says, nodding his head at her and she wiped at her face and under her eyes where her make up had most likely smudged.

"Yeah, well I didn't really expect to be speaking from to anyone - especially a guy - in my bedroom... Through a mirror!" She says, her voice going slight,you high pitched at the end as her hands go on her hips when the boy chuckles. "This isn't funny! We shouldn't be talking through a mirror!" She says and he nods his head.

"True but this isn't the first time we've seen each other. I'm Peter Pevensie by the way," He says with a smile as Charlie runs a hand through her hair, almost blushing at the intense but polite look he gave her. No boy ever gave a girl that look that she knew about.

"Charlie Pond. Nice to meet you," She says with a smile, looking into his eyes which were actually very blue.

"Charlie?" He asks with a confused expression and Charlie rolls her eyes.

"It's short for Charlotte but I hate my name." She says and he opens his mouth to reply when Charlie's door slams open just as someone starts shouting on Peter's side of the mirror. Charlie turns around to see Mia stood there with a massive smile on her face, something which was unusual. Charlie turns around to see herself in the mirror, her make up smeared and so unlike how it normally was.

"The most impossible thing has just happened to me!" Mia says happily as she jumps up onto Charlie's bed, crossing her legs and leaning forward towards Charlie as though she might burst with excitement.

"Yeah, me too," Charlie whispers and continues to stare into the mirror, even as David walks in and is attacked by an excited Mia.

Peter was staring into the mirror, hoping that Charlie would appear again so he could talk to someone about Lucy. She believed that she had found another world in the back of a wardrobe and had met two people; a fawn named Mr Tumnus and a girl her age called Mia. Peter sighed when he realized that Charlie wouldn't be appearing and turned around, only to reel back in shock when he found Susan there, looking at him intently.

"Why are you staring into that mirror?" She asks and Peter shrugs, walking past Susan and intending to find Lucy when he felt Susan's hand on his arm. He looked down at his younger sister's frown and felt his own face soften when he saw her worry. "I'm worried about Lucy. It's not good to be in this large house without any fresh air, especially if Lucy's going mad!"

"She'll be fine Susan. She just has an overactive imagination. She doesn't have her friends here to play with and she misses home, of course she's going to be a bit different!" He says before moving his arm and heading to Lucy's room as Susan made her way to Edmund.

Of course Lucy was acting different, it didn't mean she was mad. She just missed home. It was impossible, after all, to find another world in the back of the wardrobe.

But it's not impossible to be talking to a girl through a mirror? A voice whispered in his head which made him slow down a little until he stopped outside Lucy's room. He shook his head and walked into Lucy's room, promising that he wouldn't talk to this 'Charlie' any more.

He shouldn't be talking to a girl through a mirror! It was impossible!

Yet he knew that the next time he sees her, if he sees her, he won't be able to stop himself.