When Ends Meet
The Daughters of Eve and Sons of Adam opened their doors at the same time, each encountering a different surprising situation in their rooms. I'll start with what happened to the Daughters of Eve first. After all, ladies first eh?
Susan and Lucy's Room
Susan and Lucy entered their room nervously. I mean, why shouldn't they? After all that they encountered with this freaky magic. Susan found it hard to believe any of it. It simply isn't logical, she thought, just like Narnia was. I couldn't stop it though. I'm going through it now. Meanwhile, Lucy was excited with all this magic and witches and wizards. It's just like meeting Mr. Tumnus again, she thought. Nothing is too different about this room, she added. Two ordinary wooden beds, a chest at the end of each bed for their belongings, a mirror, and a painting of a man that seemed to be looking a bit downward, like it was watching somebody. Lucy immediately headed for her bed, poking it to see if it was soft. Apparently satisfied, she jumped up and down on it, giggling loudly. She then will let herself fall on her back on the bed.
"This place is awesome. I do wish we had known of it before." she exclaimed to Susan, who didn't hear a word she said. "Susan? Did you hear me?"
Susan was busy examining the painting, scrutinizing the strokes used, the colors combined, who painted it and who the man may be. "This man, he looks vaguely familiar." Lucy, who had no idea as to who it might be, jumped off the bed and walked over to Susan. To both their surprises, the painting proceeded to talk to them.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle. Thee is indeed honored to meet thy beauty. Algernon Edridge, at thy's most loyal service madam." the man said, bowing slightly at them both.
Shock and panic took hold of the sisters, and their mouths were hanging open though no sound came out. Talking... paintings. This was even more than they could handle. What the shock held back finally reached their throat. They screamed. Loud and high.
Meanwhile...
Peter and Edmund's Room
Peter and Edmund entered the room, silence dominating them. Though they wouldn't admit it, they were quite nervous themselves maybe because they weren't even acquianted to the place or the people for that matter, or maybe because they weren't used to this kind of magic. They surveyed the room, eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary, or of the ordinary that they know about (meaning Narnia). After double-checking the room (even the bathroom), they lied down on their beds, quite glad that there was peace again, just like the peace they had at Professor Kirke's place, or at Narnia after the battle against the White Witch. Just as Edmund was about to grab his pillow...
It moved.
"Peter..." Edmund started to say, while watching the alleged pillow raise up and down.
"Now now, Edmund." Peter replied, his head faced unto the pillow, his voice muffled by it as well/
"But Peter my..." Edmund said in an alert voice, the 'pillow' moving slowly to the side of the bed.
Peter deftly turned to Edmund, his face a clear sign of annoyance, with the message 'This better be a near-to-death something, or I'll make you pay for disturbing me'.
"What?!" he demanded. "Can't you handle your problems by yourself?"
""My bloody pillow is moving! What do you want me to do? Talk to it and say 'Oh hey pillow, will you please stop moving cause you're freaking me out?' or maybe I can just tackle it and chew off its feather-filled head?" Edmund answered angrily and sarcastically, watching as the pillow reached the end of the side of the bed and fell with a thump! on the floor.
Peter raised his eyebrows at Edmund, then slowly peeked at the side of his bed, earnestly looking at the feather-filled 'pillow'.
Dun dun dun dun...
Suddenly...
He laughed. A genuine, oh-you're-such-a-coward-and-I'm-gonna-mock-you-about-this-for-the-rest-of-your-life kind of laugh.
"You are-... such a-... bloody coward!" Peter said in between laughs. "It's a bloody cat!"
Edmund's jaw dropped. Literally and metaphorically. "What the..." he said, looking at where the cat fell. "You little..." he said angrily, jumping off the bed and about to attack the cat. The cat purred heavily and ran away, Edmund chasing after it.
"Oi! It's just a cat!" Peter's shout came after him, but Edmund kept chasing after it, disappearing down the stairs.
A loud scream resounded, making Peter's head jerk in pain at the shrillness of it, and then jerk upward when he finally recognized the voices.
Susan and Lucy.
R&R please!!!
Okay so... the magic of Narnia and the magic of Hogwarts is different. Await the coming of the next chapter! They ((finally after this loooong...)) meet! And I mean really meet!
Oh, and pardon the ((very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very extreme)) lateness of this chapter. I've been very busy, and ideas just ran out! But I'm back! And thanks for the Reviews guys! Keep em comin'!