wis·dom
/ˈwizdəm/
noun
the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.
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"Children have one kind of silliness, as you know, and grown-ups have another kind." ― C.S. Lewis
England, 1940
The four Pevensies were astounded, to say the least. They were expecting a small cottage at the beginning of a hill or perhaps something with only three bedrooms, a place good enough so they could just stay safe. Instead, they found a large mansion with two gigantic floors and various rooms. It was a place one could easily get lost. A grandiose house where they would be spending weeks. Rooms to be discovered, adventures to come true inside those walls. Their moods lifted, despite only lightly.
The four siblings shared a stunned look. They looked to Olivia, who read her book peacefully at their side. The wagon stopped near the house's stables (Yes, it had stables!), and Peter, not yet ready for it to stop since his mind was far away and thinking of all the things he could do in that house, almost fell over the wagon and directly into the floor. He was lucky enough for Olivia to have grabbed his arm before his face met the ground.
"You alright there?" She asked as the Pevensie sisters laughed. The younger boy, Edmund, instead, was sitting down and sending a bitter look towards the stable's walls.
"Easy there, Pete. Don't go falling around yet." Lucy commented, and the three girls laughed. The blonde boy brushed the dust off his clothes and joined them in momentaneous cheerfulness. He was the kind of guy who took things in life easily.
Of course, that brief moment was cut off by Edmund passing by them roughly and jumping off the wagon, this time almost making Lucy fall.
"Edmund!" Susan called out, holding on to her sister. Peter glared at Edmund but decided not to reprimand him at the moment, not with Olivia and the Macready staring curiously. Some moments were left for just the family.
Olivia signed and carefully hopped off the wagon. She also helped Lucy, Susan, and Peter get off, helping by offering her hand and making sure they did not trip or step in the wrong places.
The Macready called: "Come on. Chop chop." She announced, motioning with her hands for the children to follow her. Olivia grabbed Lucy's suitcase, which the small girl silently thanked her for since her limbs were tired from carrying the heavy luggage.
The five children followed the bat-looking housemaid inside.
"Professor Kirke is not accustomed to having a lot of children in this house." She started as they all walked in. "And, as such, there are a few rules we need to follow. There will be no shouting. Or running. No improper use of the dumbwaiter." Susan was about to touch a fascinating-looking marble statue when the loud plummy voice called out to her. "No touching of the historical artefacts!"
She was always like such, a rigid and a rule follower. Olivia, of course, always broke those rules. After all, rules were meant to be broken. That was their whole purpose. Those kids clearly were not very keen on her, and the girl felt sad that their first impression was not a good one.
