Author's Note: Readers? Wha-What are you doing in Narnia? Oh, because the Pevensies and Isabelle are there, right. Onward!

Chapter 5

I watched Susan and Peter's faces as they stood up, looking around in shock.

"This is impossible," Susan breathed.

"Don't worry. I'm sure it's all your imagination," Lucy teased. Peter turned to her.

"I guess 'sorry' isn't going to help," he sighed.

"No…" Lucy smiled, hitting him with a snowball. "But that might!" Peter grinned, and it became an all-out snow war between the four of us. I managed to hit Peter a few times before getting one as well. Susan was laughing, it was the first time I'd seen her actually relaxed and enjoying herself. Then we tried including Edmund, which didn't end well.

"Ow!" he whined. "Stop it!"

Fine then, party pooper. I saw a look in Peter's eyes.

"You little liar!" he shouted.

"None of you believed her either!"

"Hey! I did!" I protested.

"Apologize to Lucy," Peter demanded. Edmund looked reluctant. "Say you're sorry!"

"Alright!" Edmund said in an extremely annoying voice. "I'm sorry."

"It's all right," Lucy replied. "Sometimes little kids just don't know when to stop pretending." Edmund quickly changed the subject, right after he sneered.

"Shouldn't we find some shelter or something? I think we should go that way." He pointed to the hills.

"I think Lucy should decide where to go, since she was here first after all," Peter suggested. Lucy's eyes lit up.

"I could take you to see Mr. Tumnus!" she cried. Peter looked at me. I shrugged.

"Sounds cool to me!"

"We can't go trumping all over the snow in this." Susan gestured to our clothing. Not exactly expedition material, I'd agree. Peter was rummaging in the wardrobe.

"Well, I don't think the Professor shall mind us using these." He began tossing us brown fur coats, saving one for himself. "After all, if you think about it logically, we're not even taking them out of the wardrobe. He handed Edmund a grey, puffy coat. He recoiled.

"But that's a girl's coat!"

"I know," Peter replied. Lucy and I smiled as Edmund took the puffy coat with much distaste.

"Well, Lucy, lead the way." Peter smiled as she took off, me trailing her, Susan behind me, then Peter, and Edmund bringing up the rear, for some odd reason. Lucy was chatting away at all the fun things we were going to do when we met Mr. Tumnus. Mostly the talk was about tea.

"We can have tea and sardines and lots and lots of…" her voice trailed off as she saw the door was kicked down. Without thinking, she took off, ignoring our protests. We all followed her anxiously. The little house had been torn to shreds; it was a total wreck. Gently, Lucy picked up a picture of a fawn. It must've been Mr. Tumnus' father, or Tumnus himself.

"Who would do such a thing?" she asked, almost in tears. Peter saw a piece of paper nailed into one of the posts of the house. Curious, he ripped it off and read it to us.

"Warrant of Arrest by order of her Majesty. The Fawn Tumnus is hereby charged with high treason against her Imperial Majesty, Jadis, Queen of Narnia, for comforting her enemies and fraternizing with human. Signed, Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police. Long live the Queen." We all looked at the paper, Susan finally having enough.

"We should go back. Now."

"But we have to help Mr. Tumnus!" Lucy cried.

"Apparently he's broken the law," Peter put in. "There's nothing we can do. It's not your fault."

"Yes, it is. I'm the human!"

Oh, bugger!

"Maybe we should call the police," Peter suggested.

"These are the police," Susan and I said at the same time, gesturing to the warrant.

"What are we going to do?" Susan demanded. Lucy looked at us, almost helpless.

"We've got to save Mr. Tumnus."

We headed out of the fawn's home, having no idea what to do, where there was some whispering, like, that creepy whispering.

"Did that bird just 'psst' us?" Susan asked. Curious, we followed the bird around for a while until we heard a crunch. We all froze, looking around for an enemy to face…when a familiar friend showed up.

"Mr. Beaver!" I cried. The Pevensies stared at me. "Well, let's see you try a different method." I crossed my arms. Peter held out his hand like he had food in it.

"Here, boy," Peter clicked his tongue several times as he inched closer. "Here, boy." His fingers were close to Mr. Beaver's mouth.

"I ain't gonna smell it, if that's what you want," Mr. Beaver declared. Peter jumped.

"Sorry," he apologized, blushing slightly.

"Tried to tell you," I put in.

"Oh, hello, Isabelle! Good to see you again," Mr. Beaver piped.

"'Ello, Mr. Beaver!" I smiled. Lucy looked confused. "I went to Narnia with you the second time." She smiled.

"Lucy Pevensie," Mr. Beaver said in a quiet voice. Lucy looked at us, then to the beaver.

"Yes?" He held out a white piece of material with some embroidery on it. "But, this was the hanky I gave to Mr.-"

"Tumnus. He told me to give it to you before he was taken."

"What's going to happen to him?" she asked. Mr. Beaver looked around nervously.

"Further in." He gestured in the direction of his home. Susan grabbed Peter's arm as he went to follow him.

"Peter, we don't know what we're doing."

"He said he knew the fawn," Peter explained. Susan looked exasperated.

"He's a beaver. He shouldn't be saying anything!"

"And there shouldn't be a forest in the back of a wardrobe," I put in. "And I trust Mr. Beaver." Peter nodded in agreement, then we followed Mr. Beaver to his home.