What Fate Decides (Edmund Pevensie x OC)

Chapter 1

"Mother, do I have to go?" Erinelle Bevrington asked her mother one rainy Saturday, "It's raining, and I don't fancy getting wet."

"Of course you must," her foster mother, Adeline Bevrington, a lady with a lovely face and long curly blonde hair, laughed as if it was some sort of joke, "we can find more about the house for your- erm- what was it? Ah, that's right, your history assignment."

"But I did the house last year! And the year before that," the girl whined, "can't I do something far more exciting?"

"Nonsense, Dearie. Come along now. We don't want to be late!" As you can somewhat guess, Erinelle's mother had a horrid obsession of the house on the hill. Almost as if she was planning to buy the house. Like that will ever happen. The professor has had the house for years, and he was most likely not going to sell it anytime soon.

"Alright then," Erinelle said gloomily and trudged alongside her mother through the pouring rain.

'Finally,' Erinelle thought as she entered the house, taking in its warm, inviting feeling. However, Erinelle (who was much more observant than any of the grown-ups) saw four children, two boys, and two girls.

"If you can follow me," said Mrs Macready, a frail housekeeper who was their tour guide. Erinelle did not know why, but she despised her almost the second she had met her.

After a while of aimless walking, she realised that the group was somewhat following the children. By accident, of course, for the group did not realise it.

Out of her curiosity, she wandered away from the group and saw them enter a room. Quickly and quietly, she followed them, only to see that they were hiding in the large, worn-out wardrobe at the back of the room.

Quick as a flash, she opened the wardrobe door and left a little bit open (for she knew that it was very unwise to trap oneself into a wardrobe.)

As she walked further in, she realised how cold it was, that is, until she fell into the soft, powdery snow. Immediately, she got up to see eight curious eyes staring at her. Quick as a flash, she grabbed a stick lying next to her (she was taught at a young age how to defend herself from strangers). "Who are you?" She asked, pointing the stick at the strangers.

"We mean no harm!" The boy with golden hair exclaimed, his arms in the air, "we do not seek for trouble."

"It's true!" The girl with long brown hair said, "for we had only just gotten here, and so have you."

"Don't hurt them!" begged the youngest girl with short brown hair and freckles, "please."

The other boy with ebony coloured hair had yet to speak. Erinelle looked at him before frowning and lowering the stick.

"Forgive me. I don't talk with many people," the girl flushed, "My name is Erinelle. Who are you?

"Lucy," the smallest girl said, smiling.

"Susan," the tallest girl nodded as if she was at a job interview.

"Peter. And that's Edmund. He's rather grumpy at the moment, so excuse him,'' the blonde told her, rolling his eyes at the raven-haired boy.

"I am not grumpy," the boy grumbled, scowling.

"It's alright, Edmund. It's not every day you see a magical land that comes from a wardrobe," Erinelle said, shrugging.

"You're quite forgiving, aren't you," Peter observed.

"I suppose," Erinelle answered.

"Can we go back now?" Susan asked the group worriedly, cutting into Erinelle and Peter's conversation.

"Of course not," Peter exclaimed, "we have to explore!"

"Not in these clothes!" Susan frowned, shaking her head like a mother who had seen her children take multiple cookies out of the cookie jar, "we'll freeze."

"Then we'll use these. I'm sure the professor wouldn't mind letting us borrow them. Besides, if you think about –logically- we're not even taking them out of the wardrobe!" Peter said, handing the coats to everyone.

"This is a girl's coat!" Edmund exclaimed, disgusted.

"I know," Peter said, as if it was the most obvious thing, and pushed the coat into the boy's arms.

Edmund, still disgusted, put it on, scowling at Peter who took him no mind.

"I think Lucy should be the tour guide," Peter declared, and everybody nodded in agreement. Well, apart from Edmund.

"I would like you all to meet Mr Tumnus!" Lucy exclaimed giddily, nodding her head.

"Then Mr Tumnus it is," Peter smiled, and they followed Lucy through the thick snow, laughing and smiling as they went. Well, apart from Edmund who was sulking behind the group of children.