Just keep reading. I swear in chapter five thing will take off. This is the longest chapter, and one of the best (I thought chapter three was better) anyways, read and review! And be nice, I know I could do better, don't remind me for the billionth time.

A/N: I don't remember writting a disclaimer, so here it is:

Disclaimer: I do not own any of C.S. Lewis's creations, no matter how much I wish I did. I would trade Rachel for Peter, but mister Lewis is dead so I can't ask him.

A/N: READ THIS- If any of you have seen the movie Wedding Crashers, think Claire, cause thats exactly what Rachel looks like in this story.

A/N: READ THIS- Nobody has geussed why my new characters first name is Rachel and why her last name is Lewin. Theres a reason for both names. Guess! (It has nothing to do with C.S. Lewis)

Poetry and Parties

Peter's mind was else where as he left the dorm and proceded to head towards the book/story club's meeting place. He had brought with him the wooded flute that Tumnus had given him on corination day. Peter had a trunk full of his things from Narnia in his dorm. Each arrow, every article of clothing, his sheild and sword, all the things that had been with him when they had fallen back through the wardrobe. He had kept them all. On this peticular night, for some strange reason, he had felt the need to look over these articles, somthing he had not done since he had packed them away at the professors house. He had discovered Tumnus's flute and had been compelled to take it with him. Now as he walked across the empty feild, he pulled it out and began to play. He wasn't quite sure how he knew how to play it, but the music it was producing wasn't half bad. He recognized it as a Narnian Lullaby, and so, it seemed, did the trees. As he played, the leaves on the gound seemed o come alive. The danced in circles, leaping and jumping with grace. Seeing this Peter stoped playing. When he stoped, so did the leaves. It must have been the wind, he thought, because how could driads be here in England?

"Excuse me, was that you who was playing such marvelous music?" A voice said

"Yes," Peter turned around to see a ditsy looking blond staring at him seductivly, "You are?"

"Oh, sorry" She giggled, "I'm Victoria"

"Oh, uh, hello Victoria, I'm..."

"Peter Pevensie. I know you"

"You do?"

"Oh you've got quite a reputation. A reputation as the cutest boy on campus. I'm throwing a party later tonight. Do you want to come?" Victoria stepped closer to Peter, making him quite uncomfortable

"I have someplace I have to be"

"Oh, you got a girlfriend. That makes me so sad" Victoria looked sadly at Peter

"No I don't have a girlfriend, but I have to meet my friend"

"Can I come?"

"Goodbye Victoria" Peter marched off as quickly as possible, leaving Victoria staring after him

"Hello. Your friends with Miss McGrenra?" Rachel asked him, stonely, when he got to the door, "I saw you and her from the window"

"What? Oh Victoria? No, I just met her. Not an expierence I want to repeat" Peter laughed, but Rachel only smiled a little

"Oh your here! Thats almost everybody. Lets start" A short burnette exclaimed

"Thats Allison Kinly, the clubs self-appointed director. Don't get on her badside. The happy face is fake" At this Peter and Rachel both started to chuckle silently behind Allisons back.

Peter drifted off to his thoughts of the dances of fawns and driads again for most of the meeting. He came back again when he heard someone calling his name.

"Peter?" Rachel was looking at him, as were the other twelve or so occupants of the armchairs that were positioned in a circle in the marble floored room. Peter noted in his subconcious that this room was the teachers lounge, hence the armchairs.

"Uh, yes?" Peter tried to look as if he had been paying attention

"Did you hear me?" Allison was glaring at him

"Of course he did. And Peter does know some poetry, don't you Peter?" Rachel said quickly

Peter silently thanked Rachel, before saying "Yes I know a bit"

"Lets hear it then" Allisons voice was like gravel

"Um, let me think. Allright," Peter stood up, "Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,

At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,

When he bears his teeth, winter meets it death,

And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again"

The others looked at him strangely, before Allison said, "Well, I've never heard that before. Who is the author?"

"Uh, um, the author is unknown. Its just an rhyme I picked up somewhere"

"Oh that was beautiful Peter. Do you know any more?" Rachel exclaimed. The remainder of the evening was spent with Peter telling all of the Narnian poetry he knew, and others adding some they knew. The group was listening entently as Peter played a tune of his flute when Allison glanced at the clock.

"Oh, we've overstayed our welcome. We only booked the lounge from six to seven. Its already seven thirty. Everybody out. See you in two weeks" Allison began to usher everybody out

"I'm so sorry thats over" Rachel said regretfully to Peter once they were outside

"I'm glad to told me about that. I had allot of fun tonight"

"I don't want the night to be over"

"Allright, lets keep the night going. I know that Victoria McGrenra was throwing a party tonight. She invited me to come. Lets go"

"I can't go there!"

"Why not?"

"Because-cause her parties are sacred. Nobody but the best get invited. You have to be extrodinarily popular to get an invitation"

"And I have an invitation, so lets go"

"Allright"Rachel said, she was smiling, but looked more sure of herself than she sounded. Five minuets later, with Rachels help for directions, the two were standing outside the gym where the party was being held.

"Is she allowed to use this room for a party?" Peter asked, over the loud noise of teenagers

"Not even the teachers would deny it to her. An invite to a teacher is just as special as an invite to a student." Rachel responded

"Oh you came!" Victoria had spotted them, "Oh Peter you have made me so happy! Who is that?" Victoria gestured at Rachel

"That is my good friend Rachel Lewin" Peter emphasized the words 'good friend'

"Oh, why is she here?" Victoria said with obvious discust

"Shes here because I invited her. If she goes, I go" Rachel smiled at Peter

"Oh allright, come in" Victoria ushured them into the darkened gym. Peter had been to a numerous amount of dances and parties in his day, but this outshawn them all. There were at least a hundred kids in the gym. Peter was thankful that they had arrived during a slow song, or he was sure they would have been trampled. Peter and Rachel danced and partied well into the night. Finally they decided to leave when they saw the party was dieing down. Rachel had had several drinks and wasn't used to the alcohol, so she was a little tipsy. Seeing this, Peter had offered to walk her back to her dorm, and she had accepted"

"That was a great party!" She slurred. Peter smiled at how drunk she was. He was used to alcohol, so was much more sober than she. "We must do it again sometime"

"Alright. You just give me a place, time, and date" He said quietly as they walked down the cobblestone path towards Rachel's dorm.

"Oh I need to sit down" Rachel said, watching the ground blur before her. The pair headed over to an iron bench on the side of the path. They sat down and Rachel rested her head on Peters shoulder. Peter, who normally didn't like it when a girl tried to get close to him, put his arm around his friend and didn't feel akward in the least.

"Is it real?" Rachel asked suddenly

"Is what real?" Peter asked her, thinking her question was just a random affect form the alcohol

"The place in your poems. It sounds so wonderful, I wanted to know if such a place existed"

"Oh its quite real"

"Tell me about it"

"Allright, I'll start at the begining. Once there was a little boy named Digory who had a friend named Polly, an evil magician for an uncle, and an ailing mother" Peter told Rachel about Narnia, Archenlarn, and all the other aspects and stories till it was an early hour in the morning. He glanced at his watch, and convinced Rachel that it was time to go. He walked her home, and then walked back to his own dorm. He felt good to have told someone everything. He had told Emmet about the battle and Edmunds scrape with death, but Emmet had not believed him. Now here was Rachel, whom he had told the entire history of Narnia to, and she had believed him. Weather she believed him because to the alcohols influece, or because she was a very imaginative and trusting person, he did not know. He did know, however, that he had finnally shared everything with her and he felt great.

See its getting there. Just you wait, chapter five is gonna launch this into action! (or maybe six will, I have to write five to see)