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They had arrived just out front of 14 Kensington Park Gardens, and were trying to keep warm as they got all of their things out of the cab. "It's been a long time..." Peter said in reminiscence with a soft tone.
"Let's have fun Peter!" Moira said, her breath heavy in the cold. "London is a magical place for children! It was for us."
Peter started walking to the children, who were playing around with the snow. "Very expensive. Jack stop playing around with that you could put someone's eye out."
Moira laughed in delight, as the children giggled. She called Maggie to her, before noticing Peter going up the wrong steps. "Peter, it's number fourteen." Peter turned around sheepishly and joined them at the right house. "Fourteen, right."
Jack had started climbing on the wall beside the stairs, while Moira was explaining to Maggie what she should say to Granny Wendy. Peter noticed him and told him to get down, worried he'd break his neck if he slipped due to the snow.
Harry stood at the door, staring at it. The house seemed so familiar to him, so much like home should feel. His heart felt light, as a soft breeze circled around him. The house was almost magical in some ways.
"Is granny Wendy the real, Real Wendy from our play?" Maggie asked to her mother. "Yes." Moira answered at the same time Peter said "No honey, not really." Moira stared at him. "Sort of."
Harry chuckled. "Isn't that like calling dad Peter Pan?" Peter rolled his eyes and Moira chuckled. "Don't expect me to wear tights." Peter muttered.
The father turned and pulled Jack closer to them. "Jackie, don't be a sloucher, take that gum out of your mouth." He went over everyone, checking them all, petting the kids on the head.
"It's time to look out best. First impressions are the most important. Shoes tied, shirt tucked. You know this." He blew some snow off of Jack's cap.
Turning to them with his hand on the knocker, Peter said, "Remember, you're in England. The land of good manners." He knocked twice in the door. The door swung open to reveal an old man with wire frame glasses and wild hair. "Uncle Tootles!" Peter greeted.
The man, Uncle Tootles, let out a shout. "It's snowing!" He exclaimed before slamming the door shut. Jack and Harry burst into laughter, but Jack started to choke so Peter patted his back to help his airway clear.
The door opened again, and Peter turned, only to scream with older, curly haired woman. She squeezed looking at them all, squeezing Maggie's cheeks. "LOOK AT THESE ADORABLE CHILDREN!!!"
Peter had trouble remembering her name, as he stuttered out names starting with L. "Liza!" She corrected with a smile. "I said that." Peter said to himself.
Liza screamed with joy as she hugged Moira welcoming the family inside, pulling Jack into her arms by his scarf. Harry chuckled st that, before he too was dragged into the hug with a yelp. "Granny Wendy will be right down!" She said to Moira.
They all moved further into the house, Peter closing the door behind him. They walked into the living room, which had the Christmas tree all done up. Moira was giddy remembering her chdhood home.
She grabbed a photo and excitedly showed it to Peter. "Oh Peter! Peter look! Look at this." She cried. He stared at it. "What's this?" He asked, knowingly. "It's you!" She said breathlessly.
She held an ornate frame with a picture of a very young, mischievous looking boy, with almost pointed ears. It was a photo of Peter from when Granny Wendy had taken him in.
"Was I ever that young?" Peter asked with a chuckle. "Yes!" Moira answered, kissing him before turning around to inspect the rest of the bright room. "What's gotten into you?" Peter asked, staring at his wife in confusion.
Moira looked as if she could sing. "Oh this house! This house has got into me! Some of these things were old in this house when I was young, have never left me! Oh thank God, Peter, we were children in these rooms!" She said as she moved about.
Uncle Tootles crawled on the floor around the table, looking for something. "Lost... Lost... Lost..." He muttered distractedly. "Lost what?" Peter asked, looking down to him.
Uncle Tootles sat up on his knees, his hands falling to his lap. "I've lost my marbles." Harry snorted and escaped a judge from Jack as he explored the room.
The adopted Banning wondered out into the hallway as Peter spoke with Liza about Uncle Tootles being in a home. Harry came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs and looked up.
There, the light shining behind her, was a silhouette. One hand rested on the rails, the other on her cane. It was Granny Wendy. The woman who took both him and his father from the cold and gave them homes.
"Hello Boy." She called out. Peter turned from Liza and Moira to look up at her, wonder and fondness in his eyes. "Hello Wendy."
Moira smiled. "I told you Granny, I'd get him here by hook or by crook." Peter looked sheepish. "Sorry it's been so long between visits." Granny Wendy have him a stern look as she walked down the stairs.
"It's been ten years between visits, not counting young Harry's arrival. But never mind, come and give me a skwoodge." She said pulling him into a hug, tears in her eyes.
Peter awkwardly stepped to the side to make way for Moira. Granny Wendy pulled her into a hug, happy to see her granddaughter once more. The elderly woman then turned to Maggie.
"Oh and this lovely lady, come her, this can't be- can't be Maggie?" She joked as she took the little girl by the hand. "Yes it can! And you know what great grandma? I just played you at school!" Maggie exclaimed.
"Oh, and don't you just look the part!" Granny Wendy cooed. "Good god, goodness who could this giant be? Jack!How much you've grown in a year!" She shouted shocked, beckoning the boy closer.
"I'm supposed to tell you about: congratulations for opening the.. Orphan hospital, and..how great a dedication it is." Jack droned out. Granny Wendy smiled at him. "Yes thank you."
Her eyes finally came upon Harry, who stood there awkwardly. "Dear me, this can't be, my little magic miracle, Harry, you're so tall!" Said boy smiled brightly and ran to the lady. They embraced in a warm hug. "It's good to see you Granny Wendy."
Harry stepped back to join the family and Granny Wendy spoke up. "Now there is one rule I insist be obeyed while you are in my house..." She looked at the very seriously. "No growing up." They smiled and chuckled in response.
"Stop this very instant." She turned to Peter. "That includes you, mister chairman-of-the-board-Banning." "Sorry, too late gran." Peter quipped. "And what is so terribly important and your terribly important business?" She asked.
Peter went to answer, but Jack jumped in. "Well! You see, when a big company's in trouble, Dad sails in! And if there's any resistance-" "he's exaggerating, dad's helping people rebuild after New York nearly became ground zero for an alien invasion last year." Harry interjected.
Peter nodded. "A lot of people lost their homes and family members to the attack. I've been helping settle land disputes, dealing with scavengers who have tried collecting the alien remains-" "and if there's any resistance, he BLOWS THEM out of the water!" Jack shouted.
Granny Wendy looked up at Peter, and there was a twinkle in her eyes. Shining with emotions Harry didn't quite understand. "So Peter..." She said with a barely noticeable smirk on her face. "You've become a pirate."