My Second Fan-Fic

Lady of Narnia

Lady of Narnia

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Hi All! This is a story I've been working on, and it takes place during VDT; only it is about Peter. I have brought Emily back, and added two other main characters. Enjoy!

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Peter sat nodding over his books. He had been intending to get some more work done before he turned in for the night, but it had been a long day, and he was tired. On the whole, the day had been very boring, and nothing of interest had happened; except that Peter had made every possible mistake in Algebra. A few weeks earlier, before he had come to the Professor's house to study, he had said that he wished he could go to America with Susan and his parents. Edmund had said that, "more studies come with being sixteen" and when Peter made a swipe at him, Edmund had ducked and ran off laughing. The two brothers had teased each other all school year, and it was very quiet without Edmund that summer. Susan had gone to America with their parents, and Lucy and Edmund had been sent to their cousin Eustace's house for the summer. Lucy had expressed dismay when they had to go there, as Eustace was every inch the annoying, selfish, little prig. But, it could not be helped. Peter has recieved a letter from Edmund the day before, telling him all about Eustace's shenanigans, and what they had done because of them. Peter had recieved the letter, and not laughed at all, because he knew that his brother and sister were having a bad time of it; but his friend, Mark, had read it and laughed nearly till he cried. Not at Lucy and Edmund, though. He had laughed because all of the little stunts and tricks that Eustace had pulled off were rather silly, and very funny to read about. Mark was studying under the Professor as well, but he wasn't staying at his house. Mark was staying with some of his family who lived down the road from the Professor. He rode his bicycle down everyday with his books. He would hav stayed with the Professor as well, but the Professor had only enough room for one person to stay with him. Mark had gone home almost an hour ago, and now it was dark out and a harsh wind blew across the country side; whistling around the house.
Suddenly, Peter lifted his head. He was sure that he had heard something on the door step. He ran his fingers through his hair and stood up slowly. There wasn't any sound anymore, but he was sure that he had heard something. Peter walked over to the window by the door and looked out. He flipped on the outside light and peered through the window. At first, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary; but as he turned away, something caught his eye. Peter turned back to look. He gasped and then shouted, "Professor Kirk, there's a girl lying on the door step!"
 
Huzzah! You seem to be following my advice: _original_ action the second time around, instead of walking right in the footprints of an already-written plot. Now I hope and trust that you intend to let Peter be PETER, and

* NOT *

the clumsy doofus that Walden Media wanted him to be in order to make Caspian look better.
 
Of course! I always liked the book character Peter much better than the Walden media character Peter, anyways. So yeah, he is NOT going to act like a Jerk in any way, shape, or form!! :D
 
Okay, here's more:

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Then, Professor Kirk came in, and he said, "Well, don't just stand there, Lad! The girl can't lie there all night. Bring her in and I'll ring up Mrs. Macready."
Peter opened the door accordingly, and carried the poor girl inside, setting her down on the sofa in the study. She had long, dark brown hair, and an oval face with a complection that wasn't exactly clear, but it wasn't a bad complection, either. Long, dark eyelashes and a rather small nose as well. Her clothes were ragged and torn, and her hair was tangled. She was very dirty, and had the look of someone who had been running away. She couldn't have been any older than Peter himself, and he guessed that she was probably Susan's age.
Peter could hear the Professor on the telephone in the kitchen, talking to Mrs. Macready. A few minutes afterwards, the Professor came back in and said, "Mrs. Macready will be here in about five minutes. Why don't you go and pick up your books, as it's obvious that you won't be getting any more work done tonight."
 
"Yes Sir," Peter said. He walked back into the kitchen and took his books into the studyto put them away. He stacked them on the table, and started to walk away when the Professor stopped him.
Without even looking over his newspaper, Professor Kirk said, "Peter, your books don't go on the table."
"No Sir," Peter replied.
"Put them where they go, please."
"Yes Sir." Peter took up his books and put them on the shelf where they went. He put them away very slowly, so as to take up more time. The longer he took, the less time he would have to wait.
 
And more......

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The Professor chuckled. "She's not coming any faster," he said.
"I know," Peter said. "She'll probably be coming very slowly."
"Mrs. Macready is coming as fast as she can, Peter. I explained to her what happened."
Peter put the last of his books on the shelf, and then sat down in a chair. He was normally a patient person, but then, things like this didn't happen every day. The girl moved her head slightly and Peter jumped, startled. But the girl was still unconscious. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
The Professor didn't move from his newspaper. "That would be Mrs. Macready, now. Go and let her in."
So Peter stood up and went to answer the door.
Mrs. Macready was a tall, middle aged woman with a shrewd face and sharp eyes. A few years ago, when the Professor had been living in his old mansion, she had been his house-keeper. Now, she lived next door to where Mark was staying, and she worked as a librarian. Peter and his siblings had always been rather afraid of her because she had never been fond of children. But whenever there was an emergency, she could always be called upon to help out.
 
Peter let her in and showed her into the study.
The Professor looked over the edge of his paper at her and said, "Good evening, Ellen. Thank you for coming so soon."
Mrs. Macready answered, "Good evening to you, too, Professor. Now tell me, what happened?"
"Peter can tell you better than I," said the Professor.
"Well," began Peter, "about ten minutes ago I was sitting in the kitchen studying, when I heard a noise out on the door step. So I walked over to see what the matter was; and there she was, lying in a heap, as if she had just collapsed there."
"Is that all?" Mrs. Macready questioned.
"That's all I know," Peter answered.
 
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