Chapter 2

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Tomorrow was, in fact, not great

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Tomorrow was, in fact, not great. Rain pelted down on the windows of the library the children were currently situated in.

Susan was attempting to make a game to pass the time. She sat with a large dictionary open on her lap.

"Gas-tro-vas-cu-lar. Come on, Peter Gas-tro-vas-cu-lar!"

Peter, bored out of his mind, lazily replied, "is it Latin?"

Unimpressed with his lack of enthusiasm Susan answered, "yes..."

At this point, Edmund joined the conversation, crawling out from under the chair he had been messing with. "Is it Latin for worst game ever invented?" His comment earned chuckles from everyone but Susan who huffed in annoyance and slammed the book shut.

Lucy—who until this moment had been playing with Jacqueline's hair, braiding and unbraiding it—chimed in with a suggestion. "We could play hide-and-seek."

"But we're already having so much fun," Peter said, his words laced with sarcasm.

"Come on Peter, please!" Lucy begged.

Peter sighed as though he was about to refuse but then started counting, "One... two... three... four..."

Lucy smiled gleefully. She turned to grab Jacqueline's arm and pulled her along and out of the room. Jackie thought she heard Edmund groan in complaint, but she couldn't be sure.

The girls rushed through the hallway in search of the perfect hiding spot. Lucy spotted a curtain that would be perfect. Edmund spotted it too and brushed past the girls reaching the spot before them, shoving them away in the process.

"Get out! I was here first!" He said. Lucy huffed and stuck her tongue out at her brother. He made a face in response.

The two girls kept searching, splitting up to try to find an open door. They could hear Peter's counting echoing through the hall.

"Seventy six, seventy seven..."

Lucy found a door that was unlocked. She turned to inform Jackie but couldn't find her so she assumed Jackie had found a spot already.

When Lucy entered the room, she was drawn as if by magic to a large object covered by a large cloth. She pulled on the cloth and it cascaded down revealing a beautiful wardrobe covered in intricate carvings. She was pulled back to reality when she heard Peter counting still.

"Eighty four, eighty five..."

She clambered into the wardrobe, leaving the door slightly ajar as she backed further into the fur coats.

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