So things are moving forward a bit now but please bear with me - it gets more narnia-ish soon i promise :) So yes I'd be very grateful if you could review and tell me what you think, whether to keep going ect.

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Chapter 2

Digory had been woken from a very strange dream about a place he didn't recognize by the sound of his aunt hoovering and had got dressed in a daze. He stared at the comb on his desk for a while but decided he really couldn't care less whether his aunt thought he 'looked like he'd been dragged through a bush backwards' and leaving the room.

He walked as quietly as he could past his Uncle's study so as not to disturb him. Digory couldn't cope with his formidable Uncle at the best of times but in the morning he was unbearable. He knocked on his Mother's door and she called for him to 'come in' in her new, weak voice.

"Morning." He greeted her, trying to smile. She looked worse today.

"Hello darling." She said with a tired smile. "How are you finding it here?"

"It's okay." He said after a moments thought and her smile was so relieved that he stopped short of telling her that he was afraid of Uncle Albert and that his Aunt was annoying. "I met the girl who lives in the house next door." He told her instead and her smile grew wider.

"Oh yes, your aunt said she was called Polly. She's only a year -" She stopped to cough and Digory forced his smile to stay in place "a year younger than you, you know. Is she a nice girl?"

"She seemed to be." Digory said, shrugging.

"Is she pretty?" His Mother pressed and he rolled his eyes.

"Mum." He complained and she laughed.

"I was only asking...so is she?"

"Yes she is. Okay?" Digory said, shuffling awkwardly. His Mum smiled knowingly.

"You should invite her round, I'd like to meet her." She said, Digory looked surprised.

"Would you? Are you feeling well enough? I -"

"I am feeling much better today, and besides I haven't had female company in so long." She interrupted him, sitting up straighter.

"Well...but there's Aunt." He said and she waved a hand dismissively.

"Oh she doesn't count."

They both laughed and Digory shrugged.

"Well I'll see if she's free." He promised, wondering if he was going to regret it.

She waved goodbye and he smiled at her and then left the room only to walk straight into his uncle who'd apparently been standing outside.

"Uncle Albert!" Digory gasped, trying to gather his wits.

"Hello dear boy." His uncle greeted him with an unusually wide grin.

"Um...hello?"

"And how are you this fine morning? Come, come." He didn't wait for Digory to answer, pulling him along by the arm instead. "You should be outside! Get some sun, some fresh air!"

"You want me to get some fresh air?" Digory clarified incredulously, this coming from the man who never left his study!

"Yes, yes of course. So you've made friends with the girl next door I hear?" He said, Digory clenched his fists – he had been listening then.

"Yes." He answered shortly and his uncle's eyes gleamed.

"Good, good. Why don't you invite her over?"

"That's what Mum said." Digory told him pointedly, narrowing his eyes but the man didn't seem perturbed, he actually got more gleeful by the second.

"Yes, good. Go on then. Have fun and don't forget!" He said, pushing his nephew towards the door.

"Okay, okay." Digory muttered as he walked out into the garden.

Polly yawned and blinked at the bright morning sunlight as she walked through the door and lay down on the grass, ready to go back to sleep. Birdsong from the tree that shaded her made her jump as it cut through the silence and she turned over to lie on her back, staring up through the canopy of leaves at the sky. This was how she was when Digory's head appeared from the other side of the wall. She didn't see him at first and he was unwilling to break into what looked like a perfect, peaceful moment. Her dress was white today and he had a fleeting, stupid thought that she looked like an angel.

Stop it Digory, he told himself sternly, what angel do you know of with black hair and green eyes? Besides, she speaks her mind too much to be an angel.

"Polly?" He called tentatively and she started, sitting up quickly she shaded her eyes from the sun.

"Hello." She noticed his face was more drawn today but stopped herself from asking what was wrong, she'd been insensitive enough the day before. Instead she beckoned for him to come over and he did so, dropping to the ground opposite her.

"Nice day." He commented and she rolled her eyes.

"If you're going to talk about the weather you can go back to your side of the wall." She said, laughing and he held his hands up as if to ward off attack.

"Sorry, sorry. What do you want to talk about then?"

"Not the weather."

"Apparently."

Polly laughed again, "How about the fact that you have something you'd like to say but you're putting it off by talking about things you don't really care about like the weather?" She guessed.

His smile disappeared and was replaced by a shocked look.

"Wha – how did you, I mean -"

"I'm good at reading people." She stated simply and drew her knees up to her chin, wrapping her arms round her legs.

"Um, right." He flicked his hair out of his eyes, "Well Mum wants me to invite you round, she says she'd like to meet you but don't if you don't want to." He said in a rush. Polly smiled.

"I'd love to."

"Oh!" Digory said, surprised. Then he remembered his uncle's strange behaviour and grimaced. "My uncle's a bit weird though, just so you're prepared."

"Thanks for the warning." She grinned and Digory winced, he didn't think she quite understood.

"No, he's really odd." He emphasized and she gave him a gentle push.

"Stop worrying! I've met him before." She said, getting to her feet and offering her hand to him which Digory ignored, standing up unaided. They walked over to the wall and scrambled over it, dropping down into Digory's garden.

"Yes but..." He trailed off, he couldn't exactly put the bad feeling he had about Polly meeting his uncle into words so he decided to leave it. "Okay but on your own head be it." He sighed and then looked at her when she burst out laughing.

"You look so serious! If you could see yourself..." She nudged him with her shoulder, still laughing and he somehow couldn't help joining in.

"Much better." She said imperiously and he narrowed his eyes.

"Oh I see Miss high and mighty!" He laughed, seizing her waist and swinging her round until they both collapsed in a heap.

"Ow!" Polly giggled, holding her side.

"What? You're the one that landed on me!" Digory said, tipping her off of him. She rolled over on the grass and sat up to see Digory's uncle standing, watching them at the door of the house.

Polly looked into his icy blue eyes, so different to Digory's nice deep blue ones, and suddenly felt extremely ill at ease.

"Digory." She said quietly and he sat up and turned round.

"Oh...Uncle Albert this is Polly." He said awkwardly and the older man shuffled forwards, glaring at the sun. Digory saw Polly edge backwards as he advanced and knew exactly how she felt but his uncle ignored him and walked until he was looming over Polly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." He said quietly, "A pleasure indeed."