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Rated M due to future sexual content.
"Characters Speaking"
Characters Thinking
/Authors Comments\
~~~Chapter Three~~~
~~~Previous~~~
Wendy, John, and Michael are asleep when I sneak in, so I tuck the covers around them, leaving a kiss on their foreheads.
I sit near the window, leaning against the wall, lost in my own thoughts. It wasn't long before the window behind me is opened and Tinkerbell coming shooting through, leaving flashes of bright golden light. Is she looking for Peter's shadow? She must be but I don't know where Nana chased it too. I do feel it inside the house, however. I don't think she has even noticed that I am sitting here.
Tinkerbell searches everywhere in the nursery and doesn't find Peter's shadow. Due to the wreckage that Tinkerbell was making, Wendy woke up before she falls back asleep again. She flies off to the hallway. I hear her make a pleasing sound. She must have found Peter's shadow.
The curtains of the window shimmer beside me before Peter carefully lands on the ledge. Tinkerbell flies up to him before the two of them sneak into the landing. There are loud noises coming from the landing. Peter must be struggling to get his shadow back under control.
Footsteps slowly creep up the stairs. Aunt Millicent must have heard the noise Peter was making. She comes towards the nursery, so I place a disillusioned spell around Teddy and me. Don't want to get caught. She peeks inside the nursery, looks around, smiles slightly before closing the door. I hear footsteps descending down the stairs. Crisis averted for now at least.
~~~Present~~~
~~~Saffron's POV~~~
Peter comes back in the nursery with his shadow in tow. He is hitting his foot trying to reconnect his shadow, but it isn't working. Peter places his head in his knees are cries. I release the disillusion spell before walking up towards Peter. Tinkerbell is the first one to see me. She flies over to me and sits on my shoulder. "Peter can't get his shadow to reconnect. Can you try?"
I look at Peter to see that both he and his shadow were staring at me. I kneel down next to Peter, take hold of Peter's shadow and use my magic to permanently reconnect the pair of them. Peter stand up and begins moving about, his shadow copying his every action. Peter turns to look at me, a massive grin on his face and his hands on his hips. "Oh, the cleverness of me!" Peter exclaims.
I chuckle lightly. "Of course, Peter," I admitted softly.
While Peter was doing this, I notice that Wendy had woken up and was watching me and Peter. Not that I mind, of course, I have no problem with her seeing Peter and Tinkerbell. "Saffron, why is he crying? Who is he?" Wendy asks quietly.
Peter flies up to the ceiling, hitting his head. I look in Wendy direction. "He couldn't reconnect his shadow. And I think you can guess who he is." I state softly.
Peter slowly flies down from the ceiling, places both hands on his hips, staring at both Wendy and me, though he seems to be looking at me more than he does so at Wendy. Peter bows slightly, causing Wendy to get out of her bed and curtsies in return. I chuckle slightly before copying Wendy's actions.
"What is your name?" Wendy asks Peter.
"What is your name?" Peter copies.
"Wendy Moria Angela Darling," Wendy says.
"Saffron Lilly Potter-Black. This is my Godson Theodore Edward Lupin. Teddy for short." I offer softly.
"Peter…Pan." Peter answers back hesitantly, crossing his arm across his chest.
"Where do you live?" Wendy questions curiously.
Peter looks out the window. "Second to the right and then straight on till morning." Peter looks back at us but is then surprised when we had moved closer towards him. He looks at Wendy briefly before locking gazes with mine.
~~~Wendy's POV~~~
Peter can't take his eyes off Saffron, just like it is with Mother and Father. Does this mean that Saffron's hidden kiss belongs to Peter? With the way he is looking at her it must be.
~~~Saffron's POV~~~
I look at Wendy to see she is curious about something. What on earth could she possibly be curious about? Peter? Or something else? Wendy continues to question Peter and he hesitantly replies, back towards the window ledge each time Wendy walked forward.
"They put that on the letters?" Wendy queries.
"Don't get any letters," Peter says.
"But your mother gets letters." Wendy points out.
"Don't have a mother," Peter admits.
Wendy looks shocked when she hears that. What is so shocking about not having a mother. I haven't had my Mama or Papa since I was 15 months old. I remember that Tinkerbell sitting on my shoulder. Looking at her face I can tell that she doesn't like Wendy very much. But why doesn't she like Wendy? She hasn't even met Wendy before so she shouldn't have a reason to dislike her.
Peter starts to talk about the Lost Boys. I wonder how many boys there are.
"Who are they?" Wendy asks.
"Children who fall out of their prams when the nurse is not looking. If they are not claimed in seven days, they are sent to Neverland."
"Are there girls too?" Wendy questions.
"Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams. How would the two of you like to come to Neverland?" Peter states and then questions.
"Could John and Michael come too?" Wendy asks hesitantly. Peter grins so Wendy wakes the pair of them up. Teddy starts to stir so I gently rock him and hum before he falls slowly back to sleep.
"There a boy here who is to teach us to fly," Wendy exclaims excitedly.
John looks at Peter, disbelief plastered on his face. "You offend reason, sir." Michael makes a sound of agreement. Peter proves differently and lifts himself off the ground before landing on the end of John's bed on the metal pole.
John jumps out of his bed. "I should like to offend it with you."
"You just think happy thoughts, and they lift you into the air," Peter says with a chuckle as he soars about the room. Peter is sitting with his legs crossed on the ceiling. "It's easy."
"I've got it! I've got it! Swords, daggers, Napoleon!" John jumps off his bed but he tumbles back to the ground. I hear Tinkerbell laughing on my shoulder. Peter flies near me, grabs a hold of Tinkerbell and throws some fairy dust in his face.
"Wendy! Saffron! Watch me! Puddings, mud pies, ice cream, never to take a bath again!" Michael has a go and again Peter throws fairy dust in his face. He proceeds to do the same with Wendy. Wendy lets out a gasp and giggles.
Peter moves closer to me, but I don't need any fairy dust. I can fly using my own magic, though I have to think happy thoughts in the same way. I remember my first 15 months with Mama, Papa, Pa, and Uncle Moony and of course, being named Godmother to Teddy.
It wasn't long before I was floating off the ground all without the use of fairy dust. Peter stands in front of the window. "Come away. Come away to Neverland."
"What about Mother?"Wendy asks.
"Father?" John questions.
"Nana?" Michael states questionable.
Peter smirks from his place by my side. "There are mermaids."
"Mermaids?" Wendy lifts back into the air.
"Indians!" Peter calls out.
"Indians?" Both John and Michael exclaim, lifting off the ground.
"Pirates!" Peter offers.
"Pirates?" Once again John and Micheal exclaim filled with wonder.
John, Michael, and Wendy fly out the window, leaving both Peter and me in the room. I move to the window before standing there, just staring into the night. Peter holds out his hand, gently taking one of mine into his. He gently moves me out the window before we fly off into the night, catching up with Wendy, John, and Michael. I do believe that Wendy, John, and Michael will eventually return home, for me however I have no reason to. I haven't had a home since I was 15 months old.
~~~3rd POV~~~
Nana broke out from her collar and rushes to where Mr and Mrs Darling was at the party. They follow Nana back and rush up to the nursery.
It would be delightful to report they reached the nursery in time. But then, there would be no story.
The make it in the nursery to see it messy and empty. Nana stands in front of the window and barks out of it, looking up in the sky as she does.
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