This Is Home 》Edmund Pevensie

Chapter 2

I lazily arise the next morning to find a significant list of chores taped to my door. And one of those chores were to clean the Pevensie's bedrooms before they arrived.

I huffed loudly and ventured to the guest bedrooms that the Pevensie's were staying in. Chores were quite normal for me, especially because the manor is ridiculously gigantic, it needs a lot of nurture and care. Chores and house jobs was one way to make my day productively busy besides riding all day.

Hours later of cleaning- spraying- wiping- dusting- polishing- I made sur every inch and corner was absolutely flawless, one of my little habits. I am abnormally obsessed with cleaness, one of my little 'perks'. Mrs Macready has also one of these habits, one that she has screamed into mw.

After finally finishing my chores which honestly took a lifetime as the rooms are far too large, I decided to take a warm bath. I scrubbed my body clean, making sure that I smelt nice.
After I slid into a navy, sailor dress and struggled to pull on my black stockings. I paired it with my brogue shoes and decided to let my hair cascade down my back naturally.

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I sauntered outside the manor and quietly sat on the lush, green grass, admiring thr scenery as I tried to depict the features of our new guests. Is it just me, or when I am about to meet people I imagine what they look like? Not long after the old house keeper came by in a small carriage guided by a white horse named Lily. (A/N the horse's name isn't mentioned in the movie or books, i just thought i could make it up :P). Professor Kirke disapproved of transport that harmed the environment. 'It's better to rid in old style' he would say.
I hopped into the carriage perching behind Mrs Macready as we rode off to greet out new guests.

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The journey to the station was particularly lengthy, and Mrs Macready yapping about how a lady she quarreled with at the markets yesterday- didn't seem to make the ride any more joyful. Instead I would at least try to enjoy the scenery and pretend I was listening by nodding my head and answered "Mmm." every once in awhile.

"Mrs Macready?" a boys voice had caught me off guard. I snapped my head to find four anxious-looking siblings, all fiddling with their coats.

They all stood staring at Mrs Macready unsure of what to do or say. Instantly I had a rush of sympathy, they had to leave their life behind all because of the war.

To the far left was a dashing looking boy with dark brown hair. His features were quite rough yet gentle. His deep brown eyes contrasted with his glistening, sea foam skin. I churned in my seat just at the sight of the youngest boy. Next to him stood a reverent, handsome young man who was clearly the eldest of them all. His golden hair shimmered as the sun just started to peak through the thick and heavy clouds. Alongside 'Golden Hair Boy' was a beautiful girl, skin as white as snow, eyes a sparkling blue and obtained the same dark hair as the first young boy. Lastly stood the youngest of all, a small and innocent young girl and hair too, shimmered of gold.

The tallest boy looked at his sister with the dark brown hair and then looked back at Mrs Macready.

"I'm afraid so," she replied, bluntly. "Is this is then, haven't you brought anything else?"

"No ma'am, it's just us." the same boy motioned to his siblings.

"Small favors," she raised her eyebrows. "Get in," she orded sternly.
Wow, the least the woman can offer is a little courtesy, instead of giving them orders. How thick could you get?

As the four settled down, I introduced myself. I extended my arm to the smallest girl who sat beside me. "I'm Amelia. It's a pleasure to meet you," They all flickered their heads up not realising my presence until now.