A/N: Hello, back from a long absence, have rediscovered this story and am finally ready to continue, hope you enjoy! -Cat

Chapter Ten

Peter rolled over. He hadn't realized he had fallen asleep again. He licked his lips and rubbed a hand over his face, taking a deep breath. There was a deep throated growl from his right this time. He looked over and saw Nike, Evelyn's cat, sitting on her pillow glaring at him.

"You know the goddess of victory wouldn't have been so bitter." Peter said to the cat. It hissed at him and lept from the bed. "You know most animals like me," Peter called after the cat. Peter rolled on to his side and faced Evelyn's side. He noticed that Nike had been sitting on a note, which read:

'Peter,

I am sorry I didn't wake you but you looked exhausted. I figured I would let you sleep.

I am going to brunch with my guardian, shouldn't take too long, please feel free to stay in the house and make yourself at home.

Hope you are well,

Yours,

Evie'

Peter's eyes lingered on the word 'yours' and felt a warmth spread through his chest. Eventually he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. He looked around her small bedroom.

After some thought he decided best not to linger in her house. He went back to the dorm to change and shower and found Freddy lounging on his bed. Now the boys walked down the street discussing Evelyn and Peter's eventful evening.

"You're right, Italian is a good bet, or maybe Greek, her cat is named what?"

"Nike," Peter said casually, his mind wandering away from Freddy's inquisition.

"Well, there you go, she was definitely Greek. …. FRENCH!" Freddy said stopping dead in the sidewalk and hitting Peter in the arm. "She's gotta be French mate, only French girls … well you know…" Freddy smiled coyly over at Peter.

"Hey!" Peter glared at Freddy, "Look, I told you that…..all of that in confidence," Peter crossed his arms, "Not for judgements to be passed."

Freddy smiled a very cavalier smile, and put his hands on Peter's shoulders, "I never judge the fairer sex my good man, I only observe and try to prosper, and as you are my best friend I wish to help you prosper. And this girl, this woman," Freddy moved around to Peter's side, wrapping an arm around his friend's shoulder, "I have a gift for these sorts of thing you see, and I can tell she shall help you prosper." The friends began to walk again, "We really must crack the mystery of her mustn't we? Now, so far we agree she is French?"

Peter shook his head and smiled at his friend, then his eye caught on a person across the street. "I say, I think that is Professor Kirke!" Peter said.

Freddy spun on his heel, straightening his tie, "One of our professor's?!"

"No," As soon as the syllable left Peter's mouth Freddy slouched again, yanking his tie loose and running a hand through his hair. Peter wondered vaguely if Freddy's hair ever lay flat without the help of motor oil. "No, it's the Professor my siblings and I stayed with during the war. He used to teach here… Professor!" Peter hollered across the road.

Freddy jumped clutching his chest with one hand, "I say chap, steady on."

Peter shook his head ignoring Freddy, "PROFESSOR! Professor Kirke!" At that the elderly gentleman turned to the sound of Peter's voice, a smile lighting on his face when he saw the young man. He waved Peter over.

Freddy sighed, "As much as I would like to join you, I have a certain someone waiting for me at the Sunlight Room." With a caddish wink Freddy waved at Peter and then headed off down the street in another direction.

Peter dashed across the street to his old guardian who greeted him with a warm handshake and smile. "Peter! I was hoping I would get to see you this visit, but I wasn't sure."

"You should have telephoned, let me know you would be in town." Peter said smiling back.

The old man shrugged his shoulders. He looked in good fettles even if he had lost most of his fortune. "Oh, I didn't want to be a trouble. You have young men things to worry about not an old codger like me!"

Peter waved a hand at the suggestion. "Are you headed to the station? I would love to join you."

A twinkle worked in the professor's eyes, "You don't have somewhere more important to be?"

Peter shook his head, he didn't have any classes today, and his only plan was to head over to Evelyn's house this afternoon with a ridiculously large bouquet of flowers, "It would be my pleasure."

The two fell into step and went through all the motions of people who care about each other but haven't seen one another in a while. About a few blocks from the station the Professor looked at Peter with a mischievous look in his eyes. "So, Peter, any luck with these elusive college women?"

Peter threw his head back laughing. "You would ask about the ladies," He teased.

"Well an old man must get his kicks somehow, and if not through you young stallions than how, I ask?"

Peter shook his head, "Actually, there is someone."

"Oh really? A lady love? Who is the enchanting creature who snared your heart then? One of the lovely ladies of Gerton?"

"No, actually she is completing private studies, her name is Evelyn Potters, it was quite funny how we met actually she nearly-"

"What?! What did you say?" Peter looked at his old guardian with a confused look on his face, especially seeing the shock on the Professor's. "What was her name?"

"Evelyn Potters?" Peter asked questioningly.

The Professor let out a holler and did a little jig right there on the sidewalk. "Professor what on earth? You don't- you can't know of her, can you?"

The Professor grinned at Peter, slapping him on the arm, "My dear boy, Evelyn Potters is my ward!" The words hit Peter like a ton of bricks.

"What?" He felt slightly numb.

"Yes, my dear boy, yes! I took Evelyn into my somewhat dubious care, as you know. Ha! Fancy that! She mentioned at breakfast that she had met a nice young man but she stayed quite tight lipped about his identity, probably scared I would have marched to the dean and demanded the young man's file but, not for you my good man. Oh this is brilliant!"

Peter blinked, the fact he had done what he had done last night with Evelyn, who in turn was in the care of one of his most loved mentors was slightly nauseating but who better to be Evelyn's guardian? At least Peter didn't have to try and win him over.

"I can't believe the chances," Peter managed to sputter as they reached the gates of the train station.

"Well, love has a mysterious way of bringing people who need each other together." Peter's ears caught on the word 'need', "I was getting a bit concerned about Evelyn, she was a very solitary soul. Understandable when you think of where she has come from. But I tell her, this is a new world, a fresh start." The professor shook his head, "I can't believe the luck of you finding her! It's perfect, couldn't have done better if I picked, you of all people will be able to understand her better than most."

Peter shook his head as the professor pulled out his pocket watch to check the time, "I'm sorry Professor, but what do you mean? About Evelyn, I mean….us needing each other?"

"Well, my dear boy," The Professor smiled jovially at Peter patting him on the arm, his voice dropped so Peter had to lean forward to hear what was being said."Who better to understand a witch from another world than a retired King of Narnia, eh?"