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𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄:The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe ──── 𝟎𝟏. Far From Home
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The Pevensie children had never been far apart from their parents, Helen and Louis. Sure, there were times when they had slept over at a friend's house, but none of them had gone farther than a neighborhood or two away. Never had they needed to take a trip across town for a particular reason.
Katherine recalled her first time spending a night at a friend's house when she was six years old, which also meant it was her first time away from her family. She remembered walking with Eunice Gray and her mother, the separation anxiety building up with every step she took until eventually she bursted into tears and ran all the way back and into Helen's awaiting embrace. It wasn't until she was eight when she officially began sleeping out at her friends' houses.
And Katherine liked to say she outgrew the stage long ago, but she couldn't convince her own self that she did.
She blinked. The train's whistle snapped her back into reality. The reality was that in a few minutes, she and her siblings would be catching the train to some place in the countryside for God knows how long. Away from the dangers Finchley now harbored. Away from their abode. Away from Helen, and Louis.
Though, the five Pevensies weren't the only ones having to go through this situation. The entire station in fact was congested with a seemingly infinite amount of other children and their families. No matter where they had come from, they were all simultaneously there for one reason, and that was to board the train.
"You need to keep this on, darling, all right?" Crouching, Helen fixed the tag on Lucy's overcoat. "You warm enough? Good girl."
"If Dad were here, he wouldn't make us go." Edmund grumbled.
"If Dad were here, it'd mean the war was over. We wouldn't have to go." Peter retorted.
Helen ignored their exchange and knelt in front of Edmund, placing her hands on either of his shoulders. "You will listen to your sister, won't you, Edmund?" Although she received no response, she leaned in to kiss his cheek, and he turned his head as she did so.
Helen had frowned, but carried on to Peter, the boy accepting her hug, then Susan until finally the time she had gotten to the last child to be bid a one-on-one farewell, Katherine was on the verge of tears.
"Kathy, my dear."
Said girl was quick to embrace her mother and vice versa. She rested her head in the crook of her neck and clenched her eyes tight. As much as she wanted to hold onto her longer and squeeze her tighter, she forced herself to let go after a good, savoring moment.
