❝ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅,
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅. ❞
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Rosaleen and Alexander Summers have been send to their grandfather's mansion at the countryside to stay safe from t...
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 the Pevensies had arrived, rain streamed down out of the grey sky as if a waterfall had fallen over the countryside. The dark clouds swirled, tumbled and collided with each other while the wind howled over the landscape and caused the branches of the trees to dance so wildly that some even snapped under the pressure. Though the clock had only struck three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun could barely penetrate through the curtain of rain and it felt as if the twilight neared already.
Rosaleen had been avoiding her brother all day, as his harsh words still rang painfully loud between her ears, but a part of her knew they would have to talk soon. If he really wanted to leave, to fight in the War, she couldn't spend the remaining time being angry at him or it would be like she had already lost him.
She lingered in the door opening of the living room while taking a deep breath, and Susan's voice sounded through the area.
'Gastrovascular,' she said, and it was followed by a pair of groans from her siblings.
Rosaleen frowned before shrugging it off and walking inside the dimly lit room. The only light came from the lamp on the side table next to the couch and the light bulb flickered every few seconds.
Susan sat on the couch, a thick dictionary laying open in her lap while her right index finger pointed at ─ Rosaleen presumed ─ the word "gastrovascular". The other Pevensie sister sat in the window sill, staring with a bored expression at the rain that clattered against the glass. Peter rested in the arm chair not far away from his youngest sister, his posture a bit slouched but he perked up when he noticed Rosaleen walking towards them.
'Hi,' he said with a grin, and Rosaleen smiled as well. 'Care to join us in the exciting game, guess the meaning of the word?' he continued.
Rosaleen's eyes shot between him and Susan; the latter glaring murderously at Peter, but then Rosaleen glanced at her own brother who seemed more interested in what Edmund did lying under another armchair with a pocket knife in his hands than in Susan's thrilling game.
'As fun as that sounds,' Rosaleen started, 'I actually came to see my brother.'
Alexander looked up just as the youngest Pevensie brother managed to unscrew one of the metal pins under the chair's sitting. Rosaleen made a mental note to not sit in that chair anymore.
'Can we talk?' she asked Alexander, and he rose up from his seat.
'Sure.' He put his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he followed his sister out of the living room, and the siblings quickly left the others behind as Susan asked once more what "gastrovascular" meant.
