The Wolf, the Pevensies, and the Wardrobe

Chapter 1: Victoria Clemmings

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Chapter 1: Victoria Clemmings

"Come along now." Ms. Douglas rushed ahead of me, her graying hair in a tight bun. There was a lot of bustling all about the station. Mothers saying 'good-bye' to their loved ones and policemen making sure you've got your ticket. The Conductors began to blow their whistle, signaling a last warning.

"Attention, would all parents ensure that their children have the appropriate identification cards."

Ms. Douglas stopped, making me skid slightly but stopping myself before I bumped into her. She threw me a white paper before turning to face me.

"Your stop is the fifth. I feel unfortunate for those who will take care of you" Giving me a disgusted look and a sneer before continuing her small lecture, of some sorts. "Regrettably," another sneer "I won't be here to pick you up when you come back around. There probably won't be an orphanage by the time this war is over. The one thing this Blitz has ever done me any good, is getting you out of my sight. The rest of the lot have been placed with others. I hope we don't meet again in the near future, Ms. Victoria Clemmings."

She abruptly left, with a sour look on her face. I glared at the back of her bunned head.

"Bloody hag" I mumbled under my breath. I then proceeded to tie the white paper to the front of my jacket. I straightened out my clothing – a knee length black skirt, a plain gray long sleeved shirt and a dark brown jacket – and made sure my shoes were tied. I followed a line of children who were being evacuated as well. A policeman grabbed my white paper and seemed satisfied with what was on it, patting my shoulder to let me pass through. Most of the mothers were sniffling or, at the very least, misty-eyed. Small children were crying as they moved onto the train. Children were sticking their heads out of the windows already, some sticking their faces right up to the glass. I walked, heaving my suitcase behind me; it wasn't very heavy, mind you. I found a compartment no one had occupied yet. I placed my suitcase on the floor while I began to take off my jacket, it was unbearably hot. Yet when is it never scorching hot for me? Placing it on the seat in front of me I moved to put my suitcase in the upper shelf, when a hand suddenly shot out and began to lift it. It moved to the shelf and placed it carefully, not that anything fragile was in it. I followed the hand back to its owner. I met a pair of dark brown eyes which stared back at me kindly. He had neatly combed blond hair and on his other hand was a little girl with brown hair, reaching a bit past her ears, straight and just as neatly combed.

"Thank you." My voice coming out clear despite, how long I had been yelling the night before. You couldn't expect Ms. Douglas to get the children out fast enough.

"It's no problem at all." There was an accent matching mine in his voice, his ringing while mine wasn't showing much. He turned back around, the little girl still in his hand. The girl offered me a small smile to which I gave her a soft smile. I heard the Conductor's whistle go off and the train started to move. I felt like the whole train was about to tilt over as everyone suddenly rushed to a window, yelling their last good-byes. I was thankful that I was on the opposite side that wasn't facing the train station filled with mothers. I rolled up my sleeves, up to my elbows. I decided it was best to catch up on my sleep.

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I am a light sleeper, being woken up about four times at every stop before I decided to keep a look out for the fifth. The train was nearly empty, no talking in the air. The train slowed, signaling that it was nearing its fifth stop. I grabbed my suitcase, hanging my jacket on my arm. Four other children were in the hallways with their suitcases, two of them being the blonde boy and the little girl. There was another girl, probably an inch shorter than me, who had straight brown hair reaching past her shoulders. The other was a boy with short brown hair and bangs that didn't quite reach his eyes, younger than the two clearly older ones, but older than the little girl. They must be related, the thought snuck in my mind. The train came to a complete stop, its doors opening. The 'station' looked like a half-built shack. A carriage rushed down the dirt road as the train left.