I've been at the professor's mansion for a few weeks now. It was such an enormous space with rooms beyond counting that I haven't actually met the professor yet. Aside from the professor and myself, there is also Miss Macready. I'd been reading a book on the stairs as miss Macready announced that she was going out to pick up 4 more children that would be living with us in the professors mansion, 4 siblings.
And that is where I'm still sitting now. I look up to see the front door open, it reveals miss Macready, followed by 4 children. Being the shy person that I am, I hide behind the baluster for now, deciding to not introduce myself just yet, thinking it was better to let them get used to this place first.
The 4 siblings miss Macready had been talking out turned out to be 2 girls and 2 boys. The smallest girl seems to also be the youngest, I guess about 12 years old. She has brown hair to her shoulders with a bow in it. Then the youngest boy, I estimate, was about 14 years old. He has very dark brown hair, just like his older sister, who looks about 16. Lastly, the eldest boy looks about my age, 17, and he is quite handsome, might I say.
I stood up and snuck behind the corner on top of the stairs. 'The professor is unaccustomed to having children in his house', miss Macready told the four while walking up the stairs opposite mine, 'and as such, there are a few rules we need to folow. There will be no shouting, no running, no improper use of the dumbwaiter and NO touching of the historical artifacts', she said sternly as the oldest girl was about to touch something, 'and above all, there shall be no disturbing of the professor.' they walked behind the corner, from then on I couln't hear them anymore.
The next day, it started raining hard, I was planning to sit outside and read, but I guess it will have to wait. I entered the hall leading to one of the livingrooms when I heard: 'Gas-tro-vas-cu-lar' Then a short break and then again: 'Come on, Peter. Gas-tro-vas-cu-lar.'
'Is it Latin?' a boys voice asked.
'Yes' the girls voice replied.
'Is it Latin for worst game ever invented?' the youngest boys said as I walked into the room. They all looked at me as I stood there in silence for a few seconds before introducing myself: 'Uh, hello, I'm Alexa Thompson. I got here a few weeks before you.' The four looked at me before the smallest girl said: 'Hello, i'm Lucy.' She smiled at me and waved. I smiled and waved back at her. The oldest girl was named Susan and the youngest boy was named Edmund. I turned to the oldest boy, waiting for him to introduce himself, but he didn't, he just stared with his mouth slightly opened and eyes wide. My face started to heat up slightly from how he was staring at me. Edmund nudged him with his elbow, making him jump a little and blush. 'I'm Peter' he said finally.
Lucy grabbed Peters arm and asked: 'Could we play hide-and-seek? Alexa, you could join in too!' she told me. 'But we are already having so much fun.' he said sarcastically, making me giggle.
'Please, please, please!' Lucy begged. Peter sighed dramatically before turning to Lucy with a smile: 'One... two... three...four...' Lucy smiled and grabbed my hand before running out the door. Lucy wanted to hide behind the curtain but Edmund pushed past her: 'Get out! I was here first!' Lucy let go of my hand and ran into another hall. I found a big box with some blankets where I could hide in. From inside the box I could still hear Peter counting. 'Eighty four... eighty five...' After a few more seconds Peter yelled: 'Ready or not, here I come!' I tried to stay silent but then I heard Lucy eclaiming: 'I'm back, I'm back, it's alright' Opening the box about halfway, I heard Edmund from behind the curtain: 'Shhh, He's coming.'
At that point Peter came around the corner.'You know, I'm not sure if you three have gotten the idea of this game.' Now fully opening the box, I tried to step out of it. Peter took my hand, helping me. I blushed slightly as I thanked him. 'Weren't you wondering where I was?' Lucy questioned.
'That's the point!' Edmund snapped. 'That's why he was seeking you!'
'Does this mean I win?' susan asked as she walked into the room.
'I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore.' Peter told Susan.
Susan looked in the wardrobe, Lucy told us about. 'The only wood in here is the back of the wardrobe.'
'One game at a time, Lu, we don't all have your imagination.' Peter told his sister.
'but I wasn't imagining!' Lucy said loudly. 'that's enough', Susan added.
'Well, I believe you' Edmund stated. 'You do?' Lucy squeeled. 'Yeah, didn't I tell you about the football field I found in the badroom closet.' I really felt bad for lucy, I threw my arm around her shoulder and embraced her as she grasped onto me. 'Why don't you just stop it, you always have to make it worse. Grow up.' Peter scolded. 'Shut up!' Edmund snapped, 'You think you're dad, but you're not!' With that Edmund stormed out of the room.
'Well, that was nicely handled!' Susan said sarcastically. after that she walked out. 'It was really there' Lucy said softly.
'Susan's right' Peter told Lucy, 'That's enough.' With that he also walked out of the room, leaving me with Lucy. 'For what it's worth, Lucy.' I looked down at the teary eyed girl that still clung to me, 'I believe you'
'Really?' she sniffed.
'You don't seem like someone who would lie about these kind of things. Not to me.' Lucy smiled up at me. After that we all went to bed.
