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In the Nursery, jack stood by the open window, mit on hand, staring out at the London night sky. Harry, of course, was on his bed, reading Granny Wendy's copy of the Cinderella story. Meanwhile little Maggie was sat with Granny Wendy under a home made tent in the middle of the room.
"All children, except one, grow up. Now you know where fairies come from, don't you Maggie?" Granny Wendy asked, a beautiful hardback novel in her hands. They read together. "When the first baby laughed, for the first time, the laugh split into a thousand pieces, and they all went slipping about. That was the beginning of fairies."
"And look." Granny Wendy said, turning over two pages. It was a life-like illustration of a young, Auburn-haired girl sitting by a window. "I'm Wendy... Or I was, a long time ago."
Maggie looked up at her. "But Jack says you're not the really real Wendy." She complained. "Ah, well you see-you see where Jack is? Hmm? Well that is the same window, and this is the same room, where we made our bedtime stories about Peter and Neverland and scary old Captain Hook."
Jack looked back at them briefly as they spoke. Harry looked up at them, listening intently as Granny Wendy spoke. "And do you know, Mr Barrie, well Sir James, our neighbor, he loved our stories so much, that he wrote them all down in a book. Oh dear m-eighty years ago!"
"You're really old!" Maggie explaimed. Harry chuckled. "That's very true." Granny Wendy admitted, turning the page.
Peter bent over outside the tent, dressed in a fine black suit. "Sorry I have to break this up, but I have to steal Granny Wendy or she'll be late for the most important event of her life." He said softly with a smile.
He ducked under and helped her to stand, as Maggie jumped in front of them. "Daddy! I made something for you! You're gonna love this. It's a Hug! Next time you fly, you won't have to be scared!" The little girl explained, holding a colourful backpack.
"She's made you a parachute." Granny Wendy chuckled. Peter came down to Maggie, bending low. "Awww, that's very clever dear. Hey-" he noticed his eldest son standing at the open window.
"Jack? Jack get away from there! What have I told you about playing near open windows?" Peter asked, pulling the boy away from it. "Keep this window closed, I've told you this a hundred times. Now do we have open windows at home?" Peter questioned as he locked the window.
Jack slumped onto the bed lazily, complaining. "No, they've a got bars on them!" Granny Wendy gave him a pat. "Come on, into bed." Harry came up next to her. "See ya later Jack, don't bring the house down, that's my job." He grinned mischievously.
Harry had gotten dressed in a black suit and tie, with a light green dress shirt, to compliment his eyes. On his ring finger was a silver signet, with a calligraphy style D, surrounded by engravings of plants and a fairy inside.
His panpipes were attached to his belt via the loop on them. This was a special one, it was made for him by Granny Wendy. It was pine wood, with ten pipes, and covered in a dark lacquer.
Engraved in each pipe was a different thing:A mermaid, a fairy, a skull-shaped rock, a crocidile with a clock, an eagle, a tree with a noose, a fork of lightning, a hook, a pirate ship, and an acorn with a thimble.
The instrument was bonded by rope and adhesive. On the bottom of the largest pipe, Harry's initials were engraved. He loved it and used it only for special occasions.
Jack lifted his pillowxonly to be shocked at what wasn't there. He looked around with a frown. "Who took my baseball?"
Maggie sat up from her bed. "That mean, scary man at the window stole it!" "There's no scary man." Their father assured. Maggie didn't believe him. "But he said he's a window washer!"
Peter tucked Maggie into bed, as Granny Wendy did the same for Jack. She asked him what the mit was. "Oh, it's a baseball glove. You can catch things with it, take hot things out of the oven, hit your siblings."
Maggie held up an oragami flower to their dad. "Tootles made it for me. It smells nice." "It's paper honey." Peter said, patting her on the head. The flower dropped as Maggie's face fell, disappointed in her father's lack of imagination.
Peter and Granny Wendy swapped places so he could talk to his eldest. "Hey Jack." Jack's eyes we're closed and his head was turned. Peter smirked. "Faker." Jack turned to face him with a small smile.
Pulling a gold pocket watch out, Peter placed it in Jack's hands as he spoke. "Jack, you're in charge now. This is my very special watch, so you keep track of the time."
"Why does Harry get to go with you?" Jack asked. Peter sighed. "Because Harry is one of the orphans Granny Wendy saved. He had to give a speech." Jack nodded, satisfied. "Make sure he doesn't run, I know talking about his past hurts him."
"Don't go out mom, please?" Maggie begged in a whisper. Moira smiled and kissed her on the forehead. Her and Peter both left the room after picking up the Peter Pan novel.
As the light turned off, only the light of two candles remained. Granny Wendy followed Harry out of the room, with a prayer under breath. "Dear nightlights, protect my sleeping babes. Burn clear and stead fast tonight."