A/U: Here is the second installment of the Narnia letters. I hope you enjoy. Please review regardless.

I have decided not to include Polly's reply as it was quite short. It is enough for you to know that she accepted his invitation and (according to the old train records I dug up) set out on the following day at ten o' clock. Instead I've managed to get my hands on something much better. You have no idea how hard it was to find this, how many books and general paraphernalia I have searched through, the labyrinths I have wandered in and the mysterious people I have questioned all to obtain this one object. And so with great triumph I present to you a journal entry recorded by Miss Plummer during her visit with the Professor and the four Pevensies.

1940 June 17

So much has happened since I last wrote I hardly know what to say first. It's funny how just when life seems to be slowing down a letter arrives in the mail and suddenly you're nine years old again. The letter left me with lots to wonder about and guess at. I was almost dizzy with excitement. I think I watered my geranium three times before I left. It seemed only a short time before I arrived at Digory's house. It was such a joy to see the old house again, where I'd spent so many summers. Some things have changed but some are exactly as I remember them. The stables where I learned to ride are empty and the orchard where Digory taught me to climb is overgrown but still they are alive with memories.

Digory met me at the door and introduced me to the four children. They are such dears and what amazing adventures they have had. They have started calling me 'Aunt Polly' now. I had better write down their names here so I won't forget them. Let's see it's Peter, Susan, Edmund and of course Lucy. After tea they told all about their adventures in Narnia. It's so wonderful to hear about Narnia again and so hard to comprehend how much has happened since we were there. When they had finished their story Digory told them about our time in Narnia. When he came to the part in the hall of images he spoke more haltingly as if he thought they would be angry with him for what he had done all those years ago. I remember feeling angry with him at the time, but that has long since passed. Now I just feel a little sorry for him having to relate the incident again. They listened silently, intent on his every word but it was plain they did not hold it against him. He appeared relieved and finished the story more easily. After that we went on talking about Narnia till it was quite late and high time for the children to be in bed.

I started getting ready for bed too but then I decided to go and see the wardrobe. The house was very quiet as I made my way down the dark hall. I opened the door slowly and peered into the room. Moonlight streamed in from the window spilling onto the floor. And there standing perfectly still in the silver light was the wardrobe. It would look quite ordinary for anyone who did not know it's secrets, but for myself the sight was nothing short of magical. I took a few steps into the room stopping before the wardrobe. For a moment I entertained the thought that perhaps it would let me through to the world beyond it's door, back to Narnia. But it did not. It smelled of camphor, not the fresh wind of Narnia, and it's back was solid wood. I stayed in the room for a few minutes then yawning I returned to bed. Maybe someday I'll get back and see the Narnian hills, trees, rivers and Aslan. I hear the others going down to breakfast now, so I will end this entry here and go and join them.

There will be more to follow

Sincerely, anonymous