Lucy ran after her two eldest siblings. Lucy was on the verge of tears, for so many emotions were spinning inside her, threatening to knock her down.

Pity for Violet, whom her sibling thought to be crazy. Anger at Edmund and Susan, for not believing them and being so cruel towards Violet. Confusion at Peter, who for some reason was now trying to convince Susan not to tell the professor. He apologizes to her and Violet for intending to kick out Violet, then starts trying to convince Susan to tel her stay, like a child begs his mother for a puppy. But most of all, doubt, towards herself. What if her sibling were right? What if Narnia was simply a figment of her imagination? If so, then what about Violet? Where did she come from? Who was she?

Lucy graoned inwardly. Question, questions, questions...

She finally reached her two siblings, and was shocked to see the magnitude of their argument. She had heard them shouting from below, but she hadn't imagined the fight to be so serious - they were wrestling each other quite literally, Peter holding Susan in a headlock, trying to prevent her from advancing any further towards the professor's door to knock on it.

"No, Susan!" Peter yelled. "You can't tell!"

"Well why not?" Susan shot back. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't walk down those last few stairs and knock on the professor's door, right now!"

Peter suddenly stopped struggling to pin down Susan arm's. Why did he want the girl to stay? Why, Peter? A voice in his head challenged. What's so special about a homeless lunatic like her? Peter silenced the voice and struggled to find a good reason. If he was going to be honest, he had nothing but a gut feeling to go on. He'd gained this gut feeling over the years, and had learned to trust it. And right now, that gut feeling was telling him that the girl was important. He didn't know why, but when the gut feeling told him something, he didn't ask questions and listened to it.

"You see?" Susan said smugly. "You can't think of one. Because there isn't one. Now, if you excuse me-"

"Wait!" Peter cried, flinging himself in front of Susan's outstretched hand. "I've got a reason."

"Peter, I don't have time for this-"

"You said one reason and I've got one - the McCready."

"What's she got to do with a homeless lunatic?"

"'There shall be no disturbing of the professor,'" Peter quoted.

"Since when did you follow rules?" Susan scoffed.

"Well, would you like me to stop?" Peter invited.

"No!" Susan yelled. "Fine. You win. She gets to stay. But why on earth would you want her to?"

"Curiosity," Peter shrugged. "So Peter Pevensie is right for once,"

"Just this once," Susan said, folding her arms over her chest. and only because we don't want to disturb the professor,"

Peter looked smug as he walked off. Susan noticed Lucy standing there, watching her silently.

"You heard everything, didn't you?" Susan asked her.

Lucy broke into a grin and ran off in Peter's direction. Susan sighed - she'd figured as much.

I hate being wrong, Susan thought.

Night had already fallen, and Violet had finally stopped crying when she noticed the almost complete darkness enveloping her. Only a small bit of moonlight managed to stray through the menacing rain clouds, lighting up a small patch of the floor, dust particles swirling around it. Violet loved watching dust in the light. They danced so beautifully, mesmerizing her. She watched them swirl gracefully, then slowly sink to the floor.

She couldn't help but think of the four siblings. Lucy, who was obviously the youngest one, gave out this aura of innocence, that made everyone around her want to protect her. Violet suspected it was the innocence and fragility in her that caught most people. Her big blue, short brown hair and adorable smile was just that - innocent.

Susan, obviously didn't like her very much. Violet understood. She just wanted things to be normal, and being a teenage girl during World War II (Violet finally came to terms with herself - what with the events of the day, she would now believe almost anything she heard) was not an easy time to be normal. Susan was, without a doubt, very beautiful. From what Violet could tell, she was also a bossy know-it-all, but beautiful nonetheless. Her dark chocolate curls only highlighted her flawless pale ivory skin, her nose and lips were perfectly proportioned in size, and she had long thick lashes to frame two perfect orb of magnificently calm grey. Perfection in complexion, Violet thought.

As for Peter and Edmund, boy was she confused.

After Marc, she had sworn to herself never to swoon over another boy again, yet here she was, faced by two gorgeous ones. Peter was of medium but strong build, tall, and extremely handsome. He had dirty blond hair and startlingly electric blue eyes, bluer than Lucy's, that if met by your gaze, you would be shocked by the clarity of the blue sky that stared back at you - which is exactly what he had done to Violet. He had shocked her. with his voice and aura of leadership and authority (which probably came with a huge ego) and his blue eyes.

As for Edmund, she had hated him, and even though she had only met him, she really did. Yet, she couldn't help but notice how his dark brown hair, darker than Susan's, and warm chocolate brown eyes were so dark and mysterious, that Violet was sure would make any girl swoon for more. His attitude however, made Violet want to walk right up to him and hit him across the face. There were only three things however, that kept her from doing so. Firstly, she didn't really know him yet, and she could be wrong about him. Second, even though she wasn't scared, she wasn't sure she'd be able to win in a fight with him, as he had the advantage of being male, hence much stronger than her. Thirdly, with the way Peter was glaring so intensely at Edmund earlier, she was sure Peter would probably beat him up, sooner or later.

Violet sighed. Handsome or not, they were still boys. She couldn't trust them.

Then it hit her. She was all alone in a dark room, with two teenage boys downstairs who could take advantage of a "homeless lunatic" like her any old time. And as if on cue, she heard someone knock gently on the door.

"May I come in?" a deep voice said from behind the door. Violet held her breath and didn't reply, hoping that he would go away. She heard a sigh, and the door creaked open. Peter stood there, a bag slung on him arm, and a tray of food, lit by a flickering candle. he walked over to her, and put the things he had brought on the floor next to her, where she was curled up in a tight ball, cringing away from him, her eyes filled with fear. He began to step back when he noticed her face, illuminated by the candlelight. She had prominent cheekbones, and lightly tanned skin, tinted brown. Her lip were like two petals placed together, voluptuous and pink. Her hair, which was a light brown, fell straight down, smooth and silky, but limp and lifeless. But the feature he was most captivated by was her eyes. Two peculiar hazel orbs flecked with green and gold, lined by long, curly lashes.

Beautiful, he thought. Then he mentally slapped himself. What was he thinking? He had only met her this afternoon. He couldn't go thinking thing like that about her!

Violet seemed to be thinking along the same lines.

"What are you staring at?" she asked quietly.

"Nothing," he replied, quickly looking away. "I just brought you some food change of clothes. Susan lent some of her things to you,"

"Oh, I don't want to be a bother-"

"No, it's alright. She owes you, after what she said to you earlier,"

"But-"

"No buts. Now eat your food. You must be hungry,"

"What if I'm not?" Violet challenged.

"Then," Peter said, sitting down in front of her. "I'm going to stay here until you finish all that food,"

Violet froze. She couldn't have him staying here. Then she picked up her fork and began to eat. Peter was right - she was hungry. Before long, the tray was devoid of food, and she heard peter chuckling.

"What?" Violet snapped.

"Oh it's just that you eat as much as Edmund does, and both of you breathe in your food too," he laughed.

"Like you said, I was hungry," Violet muttered. Peter then noticed red rims around her eyes, and a red nose. How could he have not noticed before?

"Have you been crying?" he asked gently.

"What's it to you?" Violet snapped back. She could see what he was trying to do. He was trying to get her to open up to him, get all emotional, so he could get in her pant so much easier.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Peter said, kindness in those big blue eyes of his.

Violet snorted. "That's what they all say, look where that got me," Then she stopped. Stupid, she cursed herself. She'd just invited him to ask more abut her.

"Where did it get you?" he asked.

"Well it's not like I'm going to tell you, someone whom I've only known for like, a day, am I?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be asking these types of questions,"

Then he got up and brushed his pants.

"You know," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "If you need anything, things to do, someone to talk to-"

Violet yelped and slapped his hand away. Peter looked at her, shocked to see anger bubbling in her eyes.

"Don't touch me," she snarled. "And get out!"

Peter then silently left the room, felling more confused than ever.

Who was this girl?

Lucy was lying in her bed, staring at the flickering candle, watching the flame dance, the melted wax trickle. Peter had become quiet, barely responding to anyone, lost in thought after coming back from giving Violet some food and clothes. Lucy mulled over the day's events and wondered what on earth could have happened in the spare room...

Peter couldn't sleep, and judging by Lucy's lit candle, she couldn't either. He had met his share of girls, and at 17, he was beginning to look for more in a girl other than just a pretty face. He used to think that he'd be content with a pretty girl to show off to his friends, but he was almost a man now, and in the midst of the war, had been forced to grow up faster than the rest of his siblings, so that they wouldn't have to.

But Violet, she was... different. Not that he was attracted to her, she just confused him, that was all. She didn't fawn over him and his looks, like most girls did around him, wildly batting their eyelashes. She didn't restrain herself from eating too much (or was she just extremely hungry?). But most of all, she was a closed book. Earlier she had said "look where that got me", and that had only increased his curiosity. Not in the sense that he liked her, but for goodness sake, the girl claimed to come from the future, met his sister in a magical land in the back of a wardrobe, and come back out into what she claimed to be the past! of course one would be curious. Sure she was paranoid, but judging from the way she had reacted when her touched her, she wasn't crazy, just scared... which led her to become crazy. Peter sighed in frustration.

He was so immersed in his thoughts, he didn't notice the only light leave the room - along with its source in the hands of his youngest sister.

Author's Note: Just wanna say, if there's anyone out there who would like to give constructive criticism, don't be hesitant – as long as there's no hating. The rate of which I post chapters is gonna slow down a bit, as I've got two busy weeks ahead of me, so you'll probably be getting chapters every 3 or 4 days, 2 if you're lucky.

The reason why it takes such a long time for me to type out each chapter, even though I've already written the whole thing out on paper, is because I'm doing all of this at like 3 in the morning, when my parents are asleep, until 6:30, when my parents wake up. I'm strictly not allowed to use the computer unless it's for studying. So I'm usually half asleep when I type stuff out, so be grateful that I use autocorrect and that I'm losing sleep for you guys. But don't worry, I don't mind it.

I guess this is a shorter chapter than usual, but I want to build up the tension… so if you wanna find out what happens next, review!

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