Chapter 3

"Wright! I need those files by my desk today, not tomorrow!"

"Yes, sergeant McQuaid!" "Prick." Primrose cussed under her breath while fumbling to get the files together. Taking a sharp breath, as she got everything in her arms. Zigzagging in between all the police officers, who were running up and down the hall.

Stepping into the sergeant's office, papers in hand she'd give a small smile to an older female wearing the same pin as Rose in their identical blue jackets. A smile which was returned.

Resisting the urge to slam the papers down on the man's desk, she'd set them neatly next to his other papers. She'd cross her hands behind her back waiting patiently to be dismissed by the man who was puffing on his cigar, and talking to his colleague, about things very much not work related.

The rotund man, finally spun his chair towards the desk and files, not lifting his gaze to meet Primrose's. Sunlight that was coming from the window shone right at his chin, which was so closely shaven that it reflected the light brightly. He examined the papers for a moment, before turning to the older female in the room.

"Jeffords. I need you to drive a couple of the boys over to Strand Station for their shift and to pick up Mrs.- Oh dang, what's her name." He flipped through the papers with his meaty fingers, getting rougher with the papers as he didn't find it. Rose sighed, rolling her eyes slightly, and pulled the papers from him, quickly pointing to the name and pushing them back. This earning a look and a cough.

"Mrs. Gammon. We need you to bring her in for questioning." McQuaid finished, ignoring Prim yet again.

"Alright, I'll go bring the car in front." Ms. Jeffords left the room with a nod. Now leaving Primrose, and the two policemen at the office. She cleared her throat a little nervously.

"What is it, Ms. Wright?" The sergeant asked bluntly, still not looking up.

"I'd like to accompany Ms. Jeffords, and you still haven't gotten back to me with my plea for an official position within the force." This finally made the man look up with a sharp stare.

"Accompany Ms. Jeffords if you want. As of now though." He pulled out her request paper, and some ink. Circling one of the boxes within the application. Tapping it with his pen.

"You don't meet the height requirement Ms. Wright." A smirk spreading on his face, as he let out a small laugh. Primrose bit her tongue, snatching the paper off the table. Turning on her heels to walk away from the office.

"That dunderhead, barely lifts his ass off his office chair, yet I'm "unsuitable"." She'd mutter a couple more insults under her breath and wrinkle the paper in her hands before tossing it into a bin. Grabbing her gloves and another jacket before heading out of the door and to the car.

It had been four years since her trip to Narnia. There were many times where she had convinced herself, that she'd been dreaming. Yet certain things she could not deny. A light scar on her right shoulder where Caspian's I sword had sliced her skin. Her firecrackers having gone missing, and that she still felt it. That strange feeling, though not nearly as strongly as she had in Narnia. Candles lit up on their own without anything having touched them, and plants which she took care of, seemed to blossom no matter the season. Those and many other strange occurrences kept that hope alive, that she was not in fact losing her marbles.

Primrose was now eighteen and grown up from that stocky short fourteen-year-old to a young woman. Her styled wavy long hair was pinned away from her face except for her bangs. She'd gotten only more stubborn as the years rolled by. Especially if someone tried to tell her what to do.


On the drive to the station. She'd look over to the driver Ms. Constantine Jeffords. A widow in her late thirties, with mousy brown hair a very nice but strict woman, who, like Primrose was part of Women's Auxiliary Police Corps, W.A.P.C for short. They had no actual power to make arrests or anything alike but helped around with more menial tasks like clerical duties and chauffeuring.

"Ah, Hendon House my children go to that's school." Jeffords would nod towards a large academy they were passing. Primrose tried her best to not let her jealousy show. Some kids were fortunate enough to continue their studies instead of having to help around with the war effort. Even though she was never a big fan of education, Prim missed her friends and not being able to sleep in for longer.

"Why so glum doll face" A younger officer with an American accent leaned his head in between the front seats. A toothy grin on his face.

"I caught a glimpse of your mug on the rear-view-mirror and got sad for your wife's sake." She retorted quickly. Earning a slew of chuckles from the other officers.

"Ain't got a wife, speaking of which." He cleared his throat. "Primrose Wright would you do me the honor of becom-"She'd grunt and smash her gloved hand on his grin, pushing him back to his seat. His lads patting him on the back as he sat down, still a goofy look on his face.

"Ugh, in your dreams." Her cheeks gathering a bit of redness though she knew the man was only joking.

"Come now, stop teasing the poor girl." Ms. Jeffords chastised the officer. Soon pulling the car over next to an underground tube station. The men hastily jumped out of the car and to their shifts. Rose rubbed her cheeks a bit, before turning to the older woman beside her. Who began driving to their next destination.

Noticing the look on the girl's face Jeffords laughed lightly. "Don't worry he'll stop as soon as some other young lady catches his eye."

"It's embarrassing though." Prim would mumble, slumping down in her seat. Though she hadn't much time to stay that way as they reached their second destination quickly as it was close by. The car stopped and both of the women got out.

"Ms. Wright if you'd watch the car, while I go fetch Mrs. Gammon." Jeffords asked, while walking over to Prim, and handing the keys to her. She'd nod and lean on the car slightly.

"It'll only be a moment." With that Jeffords, walked round a corner and out of Prims view.

A quarter of an hour had passed by, and the walkway was getting busy from students with red jackets who had finished their school day. Prim spiritlessly spinning the keys in her hand as sounds of arguing reached her ears. Looking up, she saw a bunch of older boys in school jackets, around her age, shoving each other while engaging in throwing insults at one another.

A tall blond-haired boy stood firmly in the middle of the argument. His posture appearing casual, but Prim recognized the agitation in his eyes. Holding himself back from knocking the teeth in from a ginger boy who was getting in his face.

She looked around to see if any officers were around, and to her luck, there were none. She'd sigh, straighten her jacket and began walking over. While on her way to the heated exchange, the ginger got right next to the blond boy's ear and whispered something, which was like pouring gasoline on a flame.

Punches were quickly handed from one guy to another. Primrose shook her head and pulled out a whistle from her shirt. Taking a deep breath before blowing into it loudly. This jolting most of the boys to run and people around to look at them, except a few in the middle of it all.

"Hey! Break it off! Now!" She'd get closer as her attempts were left on deaf ears. Prim bit her lip as she got on her tippytoes, stepping right up to the two guys, and grasping both of their ears as hard as she could.

"You must be hard of hearing." Rose said calmly at first. "I said. Break-it-off!" Both of them backing off from each other and the new source of pain. The blonde one slapped Prim's hand away, and he finally looked down at her and the pin on her jacket. The ginger boy grimaced from Prim's hold and finally squirmed out of it. Blowing some hairs off his forehead. Completely ignoring the girl, while pointing a finger at the blond guy.

"You're dead Pevensie. I'll teach 'ya not to act so fucken' high and mighty." He'd spit on the ground next to their feet before taking off after his boys.

"Yeah, walk away Goyle." The blond rolled his eyes and began brushing the dirt off his clothes. There was something oddly familiar about him, that Primrose couldn't quite put her finger on. She'd sigh and turn on her heels. "You were lucky that there were no proper officers around." She remarked, drawing the boy's attention to her. "Some of them have quite bad tempers."

Prim was already walking away, after that quick comment, not feeling like scolding the guy, and Jeffords could come back at any time.

"Sorry if I hurt your hand." He'd call softly after her. Which made her look back and into his piercing blue eyes. Letting out an amused, huff she'd say. "Barely felt it." Before making her way back to the car.

"You were fighting again Peter!" A girl's voice said in an aggravated tone, a bit after Prim was already mostly out of earshot. An accusation which drew a groan out of the boy.

Making it back just in time, as two women approached the car. Prim tossing the keys back to Jeffords. Who'd look at the spirited young girl with her brow raised.

"Wandering off again Wright?" To which Prim shrugged and spoke. "No just breaking off a small scuffle."

"You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"Just a slap on the wrist." Rose chuckled and moved over to open a door for the lady standing behind Jeffords.


It had been years now since Primrose had last seen her father. At first after he got drafted, there'd be frequent letters back and forth, but those had stopped almost six months ago now.

No one could locate her father. Still everyday she'd look into the mailbox at her aunt and her aunt's husbands place hoping that one day that familiar handwriting was on top of one of the letters.

She had been staying there for a while now. Aunt Josephine basically demanding Prim to move in with them. Her grandparents had begun acting strange after Tom had been enlisted. So, Prims stay at their house didn't last long.

It wasn't so bad here; she got to study and train when she wasn't off at work. Aunt Jo's husband Lawrence mostly ignored Prim. Staying either at his study or outside of the apartment most days. The only pain in her ass were Joyce and Russell. Who had truly become even more insufferable as they got older. They had picked up on Prims strange habits. Which encouraged constant teasing.

She'd spend her free days taking care of plants with the maids or going to a nearby club for women who wanted to learn self-defense. The instructor had become quite close with Prim. It was because of her that she'd gotten involved with W.A.P.C in the first place. The dark-skinned American woman found Rose's interest in medieval times and fighting styles curious. She happened to be quite an enthusiast for that subject and different era's combat in general. A year or so ago Judy had asked Primrose a question during their training.


"What is it with you and swords?" Judy would chuckle a bit out of breath, while Prim was struggling and sweating. Holding onto two short staffs. "What? I can't have a hobby?" She'd quirk a brow, before jabbing the stick towards the older woman who blocked it quite easily. "Of course you can, but most girls your age-" Judy would halt for a moment to whack Prim on her stomach with a longer wooden staff. Making her gasp and tumble on the floor. "-don't sign up to be beat up repeatedly." Judy grinned and held a helping hand out to the younger woman to get her up. After letting out one more cough Prim accepted the help and let herself be pulled up.

"Look, everyone in my classes has a reason for wanting to get stronger and defend themselves. I'm not going to pry into the reason why if you don't want to share. Just know that you can."

Prim would let out a small sigh and nod. "Yeah, I have a reason. Also, I've defeated you at least thrice now." She'd poke Judy's shoulder with her short staff.

"I get having reasons for learning how to throw a proper punch at a bloke. But learning how to swordfight is a whole new level. So, if you plan on dueling someone and they end up dead. Don't send them officers my way if you get caught."

Rose let out a laugh. "Not planning on dueling anyone." "Not here at least" "Well…actually. My cousins have been driving me up the wall…" She'd pretend to be thinking about it, earning a staff strike at her shoulder. Making her grimace harder than usual and holding onto her right shoulder.

"I didn't strike you that strong, did I?" Judy stepped over to check the spot she had hit. Prim trying to swat the hand away that was sliding the loose shirt sleeve up that she was wearing. A sharp inhale, and Judy's dark brown eyes were looking right into Prim's light ones. A light long scar was etched into the girl's shoulder.

An elongated sigh escaped from her lungs. "It still aches here and then. I don't think it's a physical pain though." She'd smile softly and pull the sleeve back down.

"Look, I'm not going to ask…" Judy shook her head. "If you are in any trouble though. You should tell the police." Judy said, a look of worry in her usually energetic face.

"Not in trouble anymore. It might've been a thing that happens only once in my lifetime. So don't worry." It pained Rose to admit that she might never be able to go back. Despite many tries of getting that stump to shine again. It never had after that one day.


Primrose slid her jacket off, slumping down in the living-room armchair. Having only moments of quiet bliss in the luxurious space before sounds of heels clacking sharply across the wooden floor reached her ears.

"You're back. Good! Up, up! Come, come!" Aunt Jo rushed Prim enthusiastically, who got up with a small groan.

"What is it Auntie?" She'd answer and chased after the thin well-dressed woman, who strode through the apartment faster than anyone should be able to do in heels.

"Your uncle was invited to Mayor Laurie's reselection party. I need you to help me choose what to wear." Jo announced. Her tone showing that excitement just as much as the small skip in her step. Rose hummed, as she walked into the master bedroom. She and Josephine didn't really get along until a while after Prim moved in. Butting heads over everything. Then one evening it was just the two in the apartment. Aunt Jo had drunk a bit too much and begun reminiscing about Prim's mother, and how they used to be best friends, even before Harriet had met Tom.

Not knowing too much about her mother, Prim and Jo actually got to talking, finding some common ground in their loss. Josephine enjoying reliving memories, and Prim eager to find out more about a parent she had never known.

"So? What do you think?" Jo showed off yet another of her new gowns, her short curly blonde hair bouncing as she gave a twirl.

"It works… if you're trying to get in Mayor Laurie's trousers." This comment, ending with a scarf being thrown at Prim's face.

"Don't be so crass. You sound like Tommy." Auntie Jo huffed but slipped out of the quite see-through dress anyways. Now shifting through all the others in her closet. Rose pulled the scarf off her face, revealing a smile that had appeared after being compared to her father. Striding next to her aunt, her eyes flickering through the colorful pieces. Finally seeing two that she preferred. Pulling them from their rack and holding them up to her aunt.

"Which one? Mysterious and alluring, but no so alluring that you'll make the mayors new arm candy want to smack you. Or belle of the ball?" She'd hold out two gowns, one midnight blue, with shear sleeves and gems subtly placed around its bust and hem. Other a pink one with lots of tool, and puff.

Jo would snatch the midnight dress from Prim's hand and promptly say. "I'll be bell of the ball either way." A sly smirk that reaching her eyes formed on Jo's face. Prim rolled her eyes, but a creeping smile tugged on the corner of her lip. Since being here Auntie Jo had coached Prim on a lot of stuff that the poor girl's mother never had the chance to teach, and Tom never had the patience to learn himself. Dressing etiquette, makeup, proper table manners and such. She'd embrace the lessons in time, but not without struggle, still preferring to dress quite simple. Not that she could afford much more than that. Normally wearing a loose long-sleeved shirt which was tucked into a dark skirt.


"Oh bugger. Is that the time?" Jocelyn's eyes widened slightly as a grandfather clock in the living room struck ten times. She and Primrose had been enjoying pre-party wine. Well, it was mostly Auntie Jo who was enjoying it while Prim took small sips of a glass that was still quite full. Never having liked red wine that much.

"Your uncle, and the kids must be waiting with the cabby downstairs." Jo would rush past her niece, grabbing a fur coat from an armrest, and hurrying to the door. Almost flying through it and closing it with a bang! "Ciao!" Leaving Prim to recover from the quick departure.

"Guess its just me then…" She'd look around the apartment. From the extravagant furniture to the sickly green curtains. Sitting there for a while resting her eyes.

Wind was howling outside. Making a tree branch tap the window as it was bent. The sound gave her shivers as she was alone. So she shuffled with her socks on to the radio. The hardwood floors creaking slightly with every movement.

While turning it from channel to channel, she'd furrow her brows as it just made white noise instead of tuning in.

"Ugh, piece of crap." Prim mumbled tapping it on the side repeatedly, to see if violence against the machine would work. To her dismay it just made the white noise louder, making her the entire thing off. "You'd think that with all this money they'd be able to afford a proper- "

Her thoughts were interrupted as the lights began to flicker. "Oh great." Primrose looked outside at the ever-louder wind which made the entire building creak. A shiver running down her spine as the floor seemed to shift. A surprised yelp coming out of her mouth.

She'd back away bumping on the wall, just to see a tree branch break the window with a loud shatter! To Primrose's surprise the break didn't end there as the tree began to push through right inside of the living room, as if this was not enough, the longcase clock's pointers spun erratically. The chime ringing once, twice, thrice, as some roots began to push through the wooden floor. Four, five, six times as the roof began to get blown away by the wind. Seven, eight, nine times as the view outside of the window began to chance. Ten, eleven, twelve as the wall Rose had been gripping onto breathlessly suddenly disappeared from behind her.

The twelfth bell chime seemed to ring in her ears as it shifted into a roar.

Primrose hit the ground with a thud, air escaping from her lungs, making her gasp deeply as she thought to herself.

"Here we go again."


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