A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter out! I've been really busy, plus I've been trying to add on more to this story. But I hope you like this chapter! Please review! :)

P.S. The title is yet from ANOTHER song from the Music Inspired by The Chronicles of Narnia soundtrack...the song is called Turkish Delight (It's my favorite thing) by David Crowder Band (who I LOVE, by the way.) You can't find it on YouTube, unfortunately, but you can buy it on iTunes!

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis or The Chronicles of Narnia.

CHAPTER SIX:

Turkish Delight...It's My Favorite Thing

"It's ten o'clock! You have five seconds and then I want to hear a pin...drop..."

Silence echoed around the entire corridor that all the children's rooms were in, and just as last night, the sharp ping of Victor's pin falling to the floor bounced off the walls. A few minutes later, after Victor had pocketed his pin once more, he walked back to his own room. Once everyone was sure he was out of earshot, the corridor erupted in quiet snickers. Of course, everyone got a kick out of Victor's pin drop speech - Vera had been right when she'd told them that he took curfew very seriously. But as ridiculous as his method was, it worked - only a few minutes later, after everyone was done tittering, the corridor was silent, and everyone was asleep.

Except for Nina.

For one thing, Amber snored pretty loud. And for another, the events of that day kept playing over and over in Nina's mind and it was driving her insane. She hadn't left her room since the game of hide and seek - she'd skipped both meals, which she was starting to regret - but even after all that time to work over what had really happened, she was still confused. Had she really walked through a wardrobe and gone into another world? Earlier, it hadn't been as odd, but now, she was having doubts. A magical world, at the back of a wardrobe? It made her think...what if everyone was right? What if she really was crazy?

Sighing, she slowly threw the covers off herself and sat up. She glanced at Amber, who was still sound asleep. Of course she is. She could probably sleep through a war, Nina thought, rolling her eyes. Slowly, she eased herself out of bed and grabbed the candlestick off her bedside table, the flame dancing. She made her way towards the door, and stopped, glancing at her rain boots lying on the ground. She quickly put them on just in case, and slowly edged herself out the door and into the corridor.

Meanwhile, Jerome wasn't sleeping very well either. "We both know you don't know the first thing about psychiatrists. It's not like your parents would ever care about you enough to send you to one!" Fabian's hateful words had been repeating themselves over and over in his head like a broken record player. He could tell Fabian felt sorry for it, but he didn't care. The words had stung, and Jerome refused to forgive him for it. Even if he came to him on his hands and knees. They hadn't spoken since their argument in the spare room, and he certainly wasn't planning on changing that, ever.

After tossing and turning for the umpteenth time, he threw the sheets off and got out of bed to go use the loo. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do, anyways. After he was done, though, he spotted someone walking down the corridor, wearing a long pink robe. Jerome nearly screamed, ducking behind the bathroom door. "I knew this house was haunted..." He hissed to himself. Until, after closer inspection, he realized the figure was not a ghost at all, but just Nina, walking around at night.

"Well that's suspicious," Jerome smirked to himself, tied on his robe, and quickly followed her.

Nina walked through the house, trying to be as quiet as she possibly could, and trying not to knock anything over. If Vera or Victor, or even worse, the Professor caught her, she would have hell to pay. She turned down to another corridor, hoping she was going in the right direction.

Jerome slowly followed her, trying his best to be discreet so she wouldn't notice him. He wondered briefly where she was going, but soon the corridors began to look familiar. She's going to the wardrobe room, Jerome realized. Wow. This girl really is insane.

Finally, Nina reached the right door, and gently tugged it open, trying not to make it squeak. She slowly walked in and approached the wardrobe. She put her hand on the handle, closed her eyes, and slowly opened it.

A gust of wind came out, immediately making the flame of the candle disappear. Nina grinned broadly. "I knew it was real," she whispered to herself, and slowly climbed into the wardrobe.

Jerome watched from outside of the room, peeking through the crack in the door. Once he saw her go inside, he slipped into the room, quietly approaching the wardrobe. "BOO!" He shouted once he reached it, swinging the door open wide. That'll scare the living daylights out of her.

But no one was there.

He glanced behind himself, perplexed, shrugged, then slowly climbed inside, shutting the door behind him, seemingly forgetting that it was foolish to shut oneself in a wardrobe. It was now pitch black. "Oh Nina..." He sing-songed. "Come out come out wherever you are..." He slowly made his way through the wardrobe, until he felt something poking in his back. He grabbed it. A tree branch? He shoved it out of the way, and continued to push coats back. Well, this was certainly taking a long while...the wardrobe hadn't even looked this big from the outside. And Nina was right, it was awfully cold...weird.

Suddenly, he felt his foot catch on something and the next second, he was sprawled with his face first on the ground. "Ow..." He moaned, and slowly sat up...and then he gasped. Because he certainly was not inside a wardrobe anymore.

He was inside a forest, and it was snowing.

He quickly jumped up and whirled around. Sure enough, there was a rack of coats, and he could barely make out the door of the wardrobe, cracked open just a tiny bit.

Blinking in surprise, Jerome slowly turned around himself. "I hate being wrong," he muttered to himself, crossing his arms over his chest. Of course, this was horrible. This meant that Nina had been right, and he hadn't believed her, and she would probably rub it in his face.

But, this was also amazing. There was an entire world in the back of a wardrobe. For a second, Jerome wondered if he was dreaming, and quickly pinched himself.

Nope. He was awake.

"Nina?" Jerome called out. He waited for a reply, but none came. Certainly she hadn't gotten that far, had she? "Nina!" He called again. He looked down, and saw a set of footprints, and immediately followed it. "Nina!" He shouted again. Soon enough, he was in a clearing where a large lamppost stood.

"Why is a lamppost in the middle of the woods?" Jerome wondered out loud, and then rolled his eyes. "Actually, why is a forest in the back of a wardrobe? That's a better question." He sighed. "Great. Now I'm talking to myself. Nina! Where are you?" He shouted. "I think I believe you now!"

He continued to follow the footsteps, but suddenly he stopped. What was that noise? It sounded a lot like jingling bells. He whipped around, and to his great surprise, saw white reindeer racing towards him, a white sleigh in tow. He fell backwards in surprise as it whisked past him. And to his horror, it slowly came to a stop.

A really short man with a long beard and a whip peered out of the sleigh. Jerome's eyes widened and he scrambled to stand up. The short man's eyes focused on him and he glared, charging after him. Stumbling, Jerome tried to run, but the short man's whip lashed out and caught onto his leg, sending him to the ground.

The short man jumped on top of him, unsheathing a dagger and pressing it to his neck.

Jerome gulped. "Stop! Please!" He managed to cry out.

"What is it now, Ginnabrik?" a woman's voice called from the sleigh.

"Make him let me go!" Jerome shouted desperately. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

The short man, who he was assuming was Ginnabrik, pressed the dagger against his neck harder. "How dare you address the Queen of Narnia?" He demanded.

"I-I didn't know!" Jerome stammered out.

"You will know about her hereafter!" Ginnabrik raised the dagger, and Jerome shut his eyes tight.

"Wait!"

Jerome opened his eyes, and Ginnabrik slowly turned around. In front of them was a tall woman in a thick, light blue strapless dress that looked like...well, winter. Her hair was long and blonde, and was in a sort of set of braids, and she had a crown made of icicles on her head. She wore some kind of long pelt, and her eyes were an icy blue color. Her skin was pale, and her features were sharp. Slowly, Jerome sat up, his eyes wide. He could honestly say that this was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

"What, pray, are you?" the Queen asked, although it sounded more like a statement.

"I-I'm Jerome," he managed. "Your majesty," he added hastily.

The Queen narrowed her eyes. "Yes, but what are you? Are you some sort of beardless dwarf?"

Jerome shook his head vigorously. "N-no, your Majesty...I-I'm a boy."

"A boy!" the Queen cried in surprise. "Do you mean to say that you are a Son of Adam?" Jerome didn't answer, for fear that he would not say the right thing and she would become even more cross with him.

"I see you are an idiot, whatever else you may be," the Queen scoffed. "Answer me once and for all, are you human?"

"Yes, your Majesty," Jerome replied.

"I see. And how did you come to enter my dominion?"

"Uh...I...I'm not quite sure," Jerome stammered out, glancing cautiously at Ginnabrik (whom he was now assuming was a dwarf), who was still glaring at him. "I just walked through the door to the wardrobe, and came out here." Then he quickly added, "Your Majesty."

"Ha!" said the Queen, more to herself than him. "A door. A door to the world of men! I have heard of such things. This may wreck all. But he is only one, and he is easily dealt with."

While she was saying these things, Jerome was looking at her curiously. Her words weren't audible, but he could still see her whispering things to herself. Perhaps, Jerome thought, she's a bit mad. But no...she seemed far too noble and regal to be a mad woman. Besides, what sort of people would elect a mad woman as their Queen?

"Jerome," the Queen said to him. "How did you come to find this door?"

"Well, I was just following my friend," he explained. Then he paused. "Well, actually, she's not really my-"

"Your friend?" The Queen asked. "Is she a human as well?"

"Yes, your majesty," Jerome nodded.

"How many are you?" The Queen asked.

"Ten," Jerome responded. "But Nina is the only one that's been here before. She said she'd met this man...no, wait. It wasn't a man, it was a faun...his name was Mr. Tumnus, I think. Only the rest of them didn't believe her." He was going to say and I didn't, either, but he decided against it. The Queen didn't seem as angry now, and he certainly didn't want to say anything else that would upset her. Besides, he'd like to impress this woman.

Suddenly, the Queen smiled sympathetically. "Oh, you poor child, you look ever so freezing!"

"Um..." Jerome blinked, surprised at her sudden change of attitude. "Well, yeah, I suppose I am...your Majesty."

"Would you like to come sit with me?" the Queen asked, smiling at him. Jerome glanced at Ginnabrik, who motioned for him to do as he was asked, although he was still glaring at him.

A little cautious, Jerome approached the sleigh. The Queen smiled, and sat down. Jerome followed suit, and she wrapped her pelt around him, pulling him a little closer. His face began to feel warm. "Now, how about something hot to drink?" The Queen asked warmly.

"Yes, please," Jerome responded. Then he added, "Your majesty."

The Queen smiled and pulled a vial out from her pelt, and opened it, letting out a drop of a silver liquid drop onto the snow. Jerome watched in surprise as a tall, steaming goblet of hot chocolate materialized. Ginnabrik picked it up and handed it to him. "Your drink, sire," he said with a sneer.

Jerome took a sip. "Wow, this is great!" He found it a little odd that the Queen was suddenly being so nice to him, but he didn't care all too much. "How did you do that?"

The Queen just smiled. "I can make anything you like," she declared.

Jerome's eyes widened and he smirked thoughtfully. "Could you..." Could you make my mother love me? "Could you make me the wealthiest man in the entire world?" He asked instead.

"You don't ask for much, do you?" The Queen laughed, and Jerome smiled. Her laugh sounded like wind-chimes moving in the breeze. "I can make anything you'd like to eat," she corrected herself.

Jerome chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully, and looked up. "Turkish delight?" He asked hopefully.

The Queen again opened her vial and let a drop of the liquid splash onto the snow. A box with a glittery blue bow on top appeared. Ginnabrik handed it to Jerome, who greedily unwrapped the bow and removed the lid. Eight soft, plump, pieces of Turkish Delight sat inside, wrapped with tissue paper.

Jerome had never been close to his dad, but even still, he had always looked up to him when he was younger. His dad left when he was four, and Jerome hadn't heard from him since. His family hadn't been functional even when his dad was around - he and his mother were always fighting - but they were at least a little better.

During that time, sometimes, on special occasions, his father would bring home a box of Turkish Delight. His mother and Poppy, his sister (who also lived full time at the boarding school...he was glad that she never had to be sent home), hated the stuff, so he and his dad would sit at the kitchen table and eat the entire box, all on their own.

After his dad left, Jerome couldn't bear to eat Turkish Delight until seven years later, when he was ten. He'd gone into town and happened to pass by the Sweet Shoppe when he saw a box of Turkish Delight in the window. His mouth watering, he'd bought it and concealed it from his Mum until he had a chance to eat it by himself up in his room. He took one bite, and suddenly found that he was crying.

He was only able to eat one piece. Then, with tears streaming down his cheeks, he'd thrown the rest of the box away and stayed up in his room for the rest of the evening.

That day, six years ago, had been the last time he'd ever cried.

Now, Jerome was starting to regret the decision to ask for Turkish Delight. What if he burst into tears, again? Slowly, he lifted a piece and bit into it.

It was the best piece of Turkish Delight he'd ever had.

No, scratch that. It was the best piece of food that had ever entered his mouth.

He felt an explosion of tangy-ness, sweetness, and tart explode in his mouth, and then a small taste of dough, lemon, and sugar. It sounded incredibly silly, but Jerome felt as though part of him had died, and the other part had just been born. Greedily, he stuffed the whole piece in his mouth.

"This is incredible," Jerome mumbled, Turkish Delight in his mouth. He swallowed. "Oh my," he greedily grabbed another piece and bit into it, closing his eyes as he let the taste overwhelm his mouth.

The Queen laughed, then suddenly became serious. "Jerome," she stated, and he couldn't help but think that his name sounded ten times better coming off of her lips. "I'd very much like to meet your friends."

Jerome looked up, surprised. "Why?" He asked, chewing. "Not all of them are even my friends, anyways. Some of them are downright rotten, come to think of it," said Jerome, especially thinking of his cousin Fabian. "They're nothing special."

"Well, I'm sure they won't be. After all, how could someone live up to you?" Jerome gave her a big, dopey smile and she laughed, snatching up Ginnabrik's hat and dabbing at his mouth with it, causing a cross-looking Ginnabrik to huff and cross his arms over his chest. "But you see, Jerome, I have no children of my own," She explained. "And do you know what I think?"

"What?" Jerome asked, chewing.

"I think I could see you being prince over all of Narnia." Jerome stopped chewing, looking at the Queen, impressed. "Maybe even king," she added, lifting an eyebrow. "If you want."

Jerome was silent for a moment. "Really?" He asked in surprise. I always knew I would make it pretty far, he thought to himself.

The Queen nodded. "Oh yes." Jerome took another bite of Turkish Delight, chewing thoughtfully. "Of course, you'd have to bring your friends," she continued.

Jerome narrowed his eyes. "Why?" He demanded. "Are they going to be kings and queens?"

"Ten kings and queens? That's a bit of a handful, don't you think?" The Queen shook her head. "But a King does need servants."

Jerome grinned widely. Getting the privilege to boss Fabian around as much as he wanted sounded pretty fantastic. Yes, sure, that was a horrible thought to think about your cousin. But after the hateful remark he'd made about Jerome and his family, Fabian deserved to be a servant. In fact, he deserves even worse, Jerome thought to himself. Good thing I'm such a kind person. And anyways, seeing Meathead Mick running around with a feather duster and a pink apron could definitely keep him entertained for hours.

"I guess I could bring them," Jerome said finally, taking another piece of Turkish Delight. Unexpectedly, the Queen snatched the box away from him and handed it to Ginnabrik, who popped a piece into his mouth. Munching on the piece still in his hands, Jerome stared at the box longingly.

"Jerome," The Queen said, calling him back to attention. She gently touched his shoulder and pointed off in the North. "Do you see those two hills?" Jerome nodded. "My house is right between them. So, when you come back, you'll be sure to know where to go, won't you?" Jerome nodded, and the Queen sighed. "Oh, you'd absolutely love it there. It's got whole rooms simply stuffed with Turkish Delight, not to mention tons of the finest food that Narnia has to offer." She grinned. "And, by the way, you needn't tell the others about me. It would be fun to keep it a secret between us two, wouldn't it? Besides, if your friend has met one of the fauns, she may have heard strange stories about me, nasty stories that might make her afraid to come to me. Fauns will say anything, you know."

Jerome did not know this, but he simply nodded, pretending as if he did. He glanced back at the dwarf, who was still munching away. "D'you think...possibly...I could have some more Turkish Delight now?"

"NO!" The Queen snapped, causing Jerome to jump backwards in surprise. Talk about a 180-degree personality change. But then the Queen smiled again, patting him on the shoulder. "I wouldn't want you to lose your appetite." Jerome stepped off the sleigh, feeling a little dejected. "Besides, you and I will be seeing each other very soon in the immediate future, won't we?"

"I hope so," Jerome brightened immediately. "Your majesty," he quickly added.

"Until then, dear one," The Queen said warmly. She smiled and leaned back in her sleigh. "Mm, I"m going to miss you." Jerome felt his face heat up again, and hoped desperately that she wouldn't notice.

The dwarf cracked his whip, and just like that, the sleigh was gone. Jerome watched it drive away, and suddenly was aware of how cold he was, now that he wasn't sitting on the somewhat warmer sleigh.

"Jerome?"

He whipped around to see Nina, standing in her pink robe, looking at him warily. But then she broke into a huge grin. "Jerome! Oh my gosh, you've gotten here too!" She lunged towards him, her arms open wide, looking as though she wanted to hug him. He stiffened, shrinking back, and Nina immediately halted. "Oh, isn't it amazing? I can't believe you're here! How did you even get here? Did you follow me?" She babbled, grinning excitedly. Jerome rolled his eyes. Nina could be nauseatingly annoying sometimes. In fact, he found that she was nauseatingly annoying most of the time. At least she isn't rubbing it in that I was wrong, he thought with relief.

"Where have you been?" Jerome asked bitterly, not answering any of her questions.

"Oh, I was with Mr. Tumnus!" Nina explained gleefully. "Everything's fine! He hasn't gotten in trouble or anything at all!"

Jerome lifted an eyebrow. "Why would he?"

Nina immediately became serious, glancing around warily. "The White Witch would punish him if she knew he'd helped me," she said, dropping her voice to a low whisper.

Jerome froze, but then a second later, he was standing casually. "The White Witch? Who's she?" He asked, his stomach starting to do flip-flops.

Nina didn't seem to notice. "She's the Queen of Narnia...at least, she claims to be." Nina explained in a hushed voice. "But everyone is positively terrified of her...all the fauns and the dryads absolutely hate her. She's made it so it's always winter but never Christmas."

"Oh," Jerome replied, his voice low. He looked over his shoulder, but of course all signs of the sleigh were gone. Jerome was already feeling uncomfortable from having eaten too many pieces of Turkish Delight, but now that he'd found out that his new friend was a dangerous witch he was starting to feel even more sick. But he still wanted to taste the Turkish Delight again more than he wanted anything else in the whole world. "Who told you those things about the Witch?" Jerome asked, snapping his head back to face Nina.

"Mr. Tumnus, of course," Nina replied, raising an eyebrow. "Why?"

Jerome rolled his eyes. "You know, you can't always believe what fauns say."

"Says who?" asked Nina, looking at him dubiously.

"Everybody knows it. Ask anybody you like," Jerome replied, crossing his arms over his chest. But his face was still quite pale.

"Are you alright, Jerome?" Nina asked, raising her eyebrows. "You look awful.

"Well what do you expect?" Jerome snapped. Noticing Nina's taken aback look, he softened his voice. "I'm just freezing. How do we get out of here, anyways?"

Nina grinned and grabbed him by the arm. "C'mon, follow me."

A/N: I added a lot of lines and quotes from the book into this chapter...I've been trying to add as much elements from the book as I can into this story, because the books are just fabulous and (in my opinion) far better than the movie, but the movie is easier to base this story off of.

Hope you liked this chapter, and please review! I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can!