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Chapter 6 ~ Preparations

We walked in silence as we approached the dining hall. Lucy tried to make conversation, but my mind was somewhere else. When we arrived at the dining hall, I sat down in between Lucy and Susan.

Edmund came and sat opposite me. It was quite awkward at the start, because our gazes kept locking, but then Ed started to pull funny faces. This made me laugh quite a lot, not just because they were actually funny, but to shake off the friction between us. A centaur came into give us the news.

"…and so after lunch, Susan shall have an archery lesson, Edmund and Peter will have a sparring session on horses, and Lucy will learn to use her dagger properly. That leaves you Rachel, I presume?" "Yes." I replied,

He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it, making me flush red almost instantly. I turned to hear Lucy making 'whoo' noises, Susan smiling, and Edmunds' and Peter's face a mixture of jealously and anger. "Orieus, did you have some news for her?" said Edmund, a bit anxiously. He took his lips away from my hand and let it go, before talking to him. "Ah, yes! Aslan is coming today. He wants to meet you, Rachel."

I almost choked on my food and Lucy had to hit me on my back to stop me from coughing. "He's coming here? To meet me? Isn't he like the creator of this country?" I raised my voice louder than usual. I mean, this is like a little peasant girl meeting Madonna in my old world!

"Yes, but he won't talk for long because we are about to go to war. He just wants to speak to you Rach." I stayed still for one minute before moving. "So I'd better get moving! What time is he coming at?" "He'll arrive in about half an hour." "Well I shouldn't be sitting here then, should I? I have to get a new outfit sorted out." I whispered to Lucy "(Thanks for the lovely dresses!)" before realizing something.

I sat back down on my chair and sighed. "What's wrong Rach?" asked Peter thoughtfully. "Well before I came here, my mother had disappeared a few years back. So it's just me and my Dad. But he's a soldier fighting in the war." Susan wrapped an arm around me.

"We know Rach. We came through during the middle of the war too." "Wait," I told her, "didn't you guys come through during the Second World War?" "…Yes," they chorused together, "well, I think we might be talking about different wars."

"What do you mean?" asked Peter, "Well, you're all talking about a war in the Twentieth century, aren't you?" They nodded, "Well, I'm talking about one in the Twenty-first century." They just sat there for a minute before Lucy uttered, "It's been so long… but how is that possible?"

"I don't know Lucy, but I wish I did. We'll have to ask Aslan later." "Well then Rach, you'll have to give us a lesson on what's been happening in the past sixty years back home." Peter commented "Don't worry, I will," then I remembered that Aslan was coming, "but not right now!" I shouted over my shoulder as I ran quickly towards the tent's opening. "See you later!" Edmund shouted back as I ran outside.

I finally could get to my tent without Lucy helping me. This place was becoming more and more familiar. More and more easy to fit in to. More like a home.

After a while, I picked out a dark green dress with three-quarter length sleeves. It was plain apart from a few intricate designs around the neck and upper part of the sleeves. The back was fiddlier as it was lace-up, but I left it because I knew some one would help me later. I took out a pair of shoes with a single strap across my foot and had slightly higher heels on them than the others I had worn before. They, once again, matched the colour of my dress.

I had a few minutes to think about my hair before I went to meet Aslan, when Edmund came into my room. "Hello, room service!" he said in a very high voice that was supposed to sound feminine. "I hope if you ever go back to Britain that you won't go into a career in impersonating people." I said it in a way that was funny, not a cheeky way.

He laughed at this while I opened my drawer and found a couple of hair clips with small diamonds and pearls as decoration. I fixed my hair up in a messy bun, but I couldn't get my hand round the right way to put it in position. "Here, let me help you." He said from the front of my room. I held the piece of hair for him to out in, and our fingers brushed. It made my stomach do another back- flip. "Do you want me to help me to do the back of your dress as well?" I nodded, smitten.

The dress exposed my neck and some of my back, and while he was putting the hair in, I could feel his warm breath ticking it. It made me grin. When his hands where in my hair, they were soft and warm.

He then laced up my dress, which took him longer than it took Lucy. I felt his fingers touch my back, and I inhaled a bit too loudly. His fingers delicately tightened the back of my dress, so it wouldn't fall down later on. "Tell me if I pull it too tight, okay?" I nodded again.

When he finished, he exhaled loudly. "There. All done." "Why thank-you King Edmund." I curtsied when I was saying this. He grinned and chuckled. "Well," he whispered in my ear, "it was worth it to see you blush."

I felt my face heat up when he said this, and his breath tickled my ear. After a minute, my blush had died down. He went to the flap again and leaned against one of the posts that kept the tent up. He was looking at something intently, his head and eyes facing the same direction. His left hand was in his jet black hair, and his foot was propped up against the post. I couldn't help but stare.

His head jerked quickly, which made me snap out of my daze and do the final preparations before going outside. My back was now facing him, and even though I didn't see it, I could feel his eyes boring into my back. When I'd finished I walked towards the door. "So what do you think?"

For a minute he didn't say anything. "Cat got your tongue?" I said to break the silence. "You look beautiful." I turned my face away from him as I blushed. "Do you need an escort, Miss Elfin?" He said in another mocking tone as he held out his arm for me. "It would be my pleasure, Mr Pevensie." I said in the same tone. I linked my arm with his as we walked to meet Aslan, our laughs bounding through the valley.

A/N Well that was just a little filler chapter! I will try to get up another chapter ASAP, but progress might be a little bit slow! So please review, and I'll get writing. Oh, and cookies! *pushes cookies forward and gazes at review button*

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