definitely this time (e.p. fanfic)

Chapter 8

Just as Lucy entered through the door in the middle of nowhere, it shut behind her, causing her to jump slightly. Well, guess there's no going back now, she thought. She took a deep breath and walked through the hall of what appeared to be a very posh mansion. It looked like one of those fancy mansions rich people in England lived in, in and around the suburbs because those kinds of houses in the middle of London? Hell no.

She found a staircase in front of her as she slowly made her way upstairs. Her throat was a little dry, no doubt from the fear. It was a long climb for an invisible house in the middle of nowhere.

Invisible people? Mansions? Book of spells? Oh wait, this is Narnia, this is a regular Tuesday for me. Lucy thought and chuckled to herself, which quickly disappeared when her voice reverberated off the walls of an eerily empty mansion. She gulped as she continued to climb the stairs. Finally she reached the top and found a long hallway, so long, she couldn't quite make out the end of it.

I'd imagine those dumb invisible creatures didn't want to come here cause of all the walking. I mean I don't blame them. Lucy wondered to herself. She walked down the long hallway, finding a doorway to another room at the end. There was a podium in the middle of the room, and the room was dimly illuminated. It had an ominous feel to it for some reason, as Lucy felt her nerves creep in as she walked through the doorway. The sides of the room appeared to have bookshelves, and ornate engravings on the walls, as well as detailed designs on the floors. She came closer to the podium, where she found a large book with jumbled gold letters on them. There was a scroll on the side of the book, which she tried to unclasp, to no avail. An engraving of an angel blew some air through its horn at the corner, which Lucy took note of. She then blew on the letters on the book which then rearranged themselves to form coherent words.

'The Book of Incantations'. Lucy smiled as the letters came together, some drawings forming on the cover in the process. She unclasped the book and perused the pages, finding multiple spells. Her eyes fell upon a spell to create snow. Piquing her interest, her eyes scanned the two black pages, 4 lines written in white ink at the corner of the first page. Curiosity got the best of her as she began to read the spell.

'With these words, your tongue must sew, for all around there to be snow.' She read. Her eyes travelled to the next page where she found something small and white falling on the black page. Lucy's eyes widened when she realised what it was as it melted into the page.

Snow.

She looked up and found snow falling from the ceiling, as the ground below her was full of snow, almost like a wintry scene in London. Lucy smiled brightly as she realised the spell actually worked, as she looked around the snow covered room.

Damn so this works? Wait, why am I surprised? Lucy squinted as she talked to herself.

She turned around to get a better look at the room, blinking as snow fell on her eyelids. She turned back to the book, to see it covered in snow. She took a deep breath and blew the snow off, causing all the pages to rapidly turn by themselves.

Okayyy what is happening? I didn't do anything. Lucy thought.

Just as the pages kept turning, quickly and loudly, she slammed her hand on one of the pages, causing the turning to stop. Immediately, the snow disappeared, and she was back in the dimly lit room of the mansion. She didn't seem to notice the green mist that was edging out from under the pages of the book. Lucy looked around the room, warily. A troubled look was on her face, as she turned back to the book. She observed the two pages, squinting in the process. The page on the left had a picture of an ornate mirror, with words written on it in calligraphy. The page on the right had a similar mirror-like structure, with a picture of a woman inside it.