Author's Note: Chapter Two! This one is dedicated to SimplyMarvy, my sole reviewer. I decided not to go with how they find the wardrobe in the move, so I made it up. (I'm not sure if it's like this in the book since I don't have it with me.) So, I leave you to read.

Chapter Two: I Believe You

"The professor knew we were coming," said a girl's voice. She looked around twelve. Her black hair just touched her waist. Beside her, a boy of ten with the same black hair examined his label.

"Maybe they got our labels mixed up," he said. An older fair-haired boy of thirteen looked at him. A golden-haired child of eight clutched his hand. Aceline nervously walked up to them.

"Professor Kirke you mean?" she asked. All four of them jumped. The oldest one was the first to compose himself.

"No, we mean another professor," was the unusually sarcastic remark. Her purple eyes glared into his light blue ones. It was just a simple question.

From that moment on, she hated the boy.

She continued to glare at him even when the Professor's housekeeper, Mrs. Macready came to pick them up. She sat down beside the youngest child. She was greeted with a smile that made her grin back. At least not everyone was rude like that boy.

"I'm Lucy Pevensie," she said while sticking her hand out.

"Aceline Hethers," she replied while shaking it.

"Nice to meet you, Aceline. This is my sister, Susan, and my brothers, Edmund and Peter." 'Peter' was the rude one. He nodded lazily in acknowledgment. She didn't even looked at him. She gave Lucy's other siblings a small smile. They returned it. At least, Susan returned it fully. Edmund's was sort of half-smile. Peter was staring straight ahead, his eyes wide.

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"No touching of the historical artifacts!" Aceline couldn't help but snicker at the look of surprise on Susan's face. She had made to touch a bust but had been stopped by "The Macready's" screech. She met eye-to-eye with Edmund. They both smirked and looked away.

"The boys will share this room," the housekeeper said, gesturing to a room on their right. "And the girls will share this one." It was the one on the left. "And Miss Hethers, you will have the one next to the boys'." Aceline nodded. They all went to their assigned rooms. The girl was glad that she had her own room. It meant more privacy. A closet was on one of the room. She walked over toward it and began to unpack.

And that was pretty much how she spent the rest of the afternoon.

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As she walked down to the dining room for dinner, Aceline heard the Pevensies talking in the room the girls shared. They were talking about her.

"Aceline's really nice isn't she? And did you see the gold that reflected in her eyes?" Lucy said.

"I like her hair. It's so straight. I wonder if she can do mine like that," was Susan's input. A grin formed on her face. She could really see herself becoming friends with the Pevensie sisters.

"She's very pretty," Edmund responded. Aceline blushed. No boy had ever complemented her appearance before.

"I don't what you three see in her. She's a bit plain. Doesn't look too bright either." The girl stared at the door, her mouth open in anger. How dare he? She wished nothing but evil for the boy. Sure, she admitted that she was a bit plain. That's what made her Aceline Hethers. But not bright? That's where Peter was gravely mistaken. She dashed down the hallway as she heard them walking to the door. By the time they came down, she was already seated. Lucy sat next to her while Edmund sat directly in front of her. Susan sat on her other side. Peter was left to sit on his brother's right side. Aceline didn't even bother looking at him. The food was served and the youngest Pevensie turned to her.

"Aceline, after we've finished eating, can we play a game?" she asked sweetly. The older girl wished she had a little sister like Lucy. Life would be so much cheerful.

"What kind?"

"Hide and seek. Please?" Aceline made a show of tapping her finger against her cheek. She felt Peter looking at her through his narrowed eyes. She looked at Lucy and nodded, pleased at the delight that spread across the eight-year-old's face. The two girls ate rather quickly and got up before the others were done.

"Do you guys want to play?" she asked. Susan slowly nodded while Edmund shrugged and got up. Peter stared at them before getting up. Aceline smirked.

"Who's It?" Edmund asked.

"We'll count. Everyone come near me," she commanded. Lucy stood next to her. Peter was directly in front of her while the two remaining siblings stood on either side of him. She tapped Lucy lightly and said, "Ten." She continued until she touched Edmund and said, "Not It." Susan and Lucy were also out. It was either going to be her or Peter.

"Ten." Peter.

"Twenty." Aceline...

"Ninety," the boy said with a groan.

"One hundred," the girl declared triumphantly. The four laughed at the oldest's expression. He turned to cover his eyes as everyone ran out the room.

"I was here first!" She nearly crashed into Lucy, who looked annoyed. She ran past the young girl. She grinned as she spotted a curtain. A light breeze blew about her legs. Ignoring it, she dashed behind the curtain and hit something solid that resembled Edmund.

"Ow!" Aceline clamped her hand over his mouth.

"I'm back! I'm back!" she heard Lucy scream. Edmund dived out of the curtain.

"Be quiet, he's coming!" On cue, Peter rounded the corner. Aceline left the curtain and stood next to Lucy. The youngest of her two brothers was glaring at her. The remaining Pevensie approached them, a smile on her face.

"Do I win?" Susan asked.

"Lucy doesn't want to play anymore," Peter said.

"I've been gone for hours," she said, staring disbelievingly at them. Aceline wore a curious expression. Looking at her siblings, she grabbed Aceline's hand and led her to the room where she had dived into earlier. The older girl noticed a large wooden wardrobe stood at the end of the room.

"Come on, Aceline, I know you'll believe me," she said. Lucy pulled the small door open and stepped inside. But she was met with solid wood.

"It was here!" she exclaimed. She started to tap on the door. Susan lightly pulled her away and started to knock on the wood herself. On the other side, Edmund tapped on the wardrobe.

"Lucy, there's nothing here but wood."

"But there was a forest inside and I met a faun called Mr. Tumnus and-"

"Stop it, Lu," Susan said, frowning.

"But it was real! It was really there!"

"I believe you," Aceline said. The Pevensies looked at her. Lucy was the only one who wasn't staring at her as if she was off her rocker.

"You do?" She nodded.

"When I passed this room, I felt a breeze blow about my legs." The young girl hugged the older girl around her waist.

"I knew you'd believe me!"

"I believe you too." Everyone turned to stare at Edmund.

"Really?" There was hope in Lucy's voice.

"Of course! Didn't I tell you about the cricket match that I was watching in the kitchen cupboards?" Aceline glared at him while Lucy looked crushed.

"Just stop it, Ed," Peter said, an annoyed expression on his face.

"I was only joking!"

"Grow up."

"Grow up yourself, Peter! And stop trying to act like Dad because you're not him!" Edmund stomped out of the room. Susan followed him after giving her brother a reproachful look.

"It was really there," Lucy said quietly.

"Enough, Lu," her brother said. He left the room, hands in his pockets.

"You still believe me, don't you Aceline?" She nodded, closing the wardrobe door. She did believe her, even though no one else did. She put a comforting arm around the little girl's shoulders and led her out of the room.

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