Warning short chapter. I'm so so so so so so sorry, that is been almost a year since I published this story. But here it is! It is short, but it is something.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but Josephine.

When Josephine woke up the next morning, she saw it was raining outside. She sighed she loved rain, but she would like to explore the ground. She made her bed, and went down to the kitchen. Except she didn't know where it was. After some time she finally found the kitchen.

"Hello" She said as soon she were in the kitchen.

"Oh hello dear, I am Ivy." The only person in the room replied. "Would you like something to eat?"

"Yes, please" Josephine said, sitting down. "I'm Josephine."

After breakfast, Josephine went to the library. She looked through the books, when she saw something. It was her mother's book. When Josephine was little her grandmother would tell her and her brothers stories about a magic land called Narnia. When they moved away, when she was five, she could not see her grandmother that often, her mother made a book to make her and her brothers happy, later it was published. She couldn't believe it was here. She sat down a began to read.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting, just reading, but suddenly she heard noises coming from the hall. Curios she went to check what was going on.

It turns out that it was the Pevensie siblings.

"What's going on?" I asked.

They turned to me, Lucy looked like she was on the verge of crying, Edmund looked amused, Susan looked annoyed and Peter look angry.

"Nothing we can't handle." He said and turned back to face Lucy.

"It does not look like nothing." I said, crossing my arms. I knew I shouldn't get involved, but it looked like everyone was against Lucy.

"Lucy thinks she has found a imagined land in the upstairs closet." Susan said in a bossy voice.

"I still don't see what the problem is. How old is Lucy? 8? Isn't she allowed to believe in made up country." I said. I thought I saw Lucy crack a smile, but now even Edmund looked angry at me.

"As I said, we can handle it, and you shouldn't get involved in things that doesn't involve you. Peter told me in the most rude voice I ever heard.

"Fine." I said turning around.

As I said short chapter.