The Golden Witch || Peter Pevensie x OC

3. The Pevensies

There was a war.

A war which had taken the father of the Pevensie children away from their home.

And now it had taken them too.

Peter, the eldest at age fifteen, was stood at Coombe Halt station along with his three younger siblings.

Each had a small trunk of luggage along with their name tags as they were about to move in with a professor in the countryside.

It was too dangerous for them in London with the bombings.

The sound of an approaching car caught the children's attention and they all bolted to the edge of the tiny platform.

The car drove past them with the driver not giving them so much as a sideways glance.

"The professor knew we were coming", said Susan, the second eldest of the four at age fourteen.

"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labelled", Edmund, the third eldest at age twelve, pointed out as he held up the small paper tag tied to his satchel.

Peter was just about to dismiss his younger brother's point but the sounds of a horse approaching stopped him short.

A large wooden wagon was being pulled along by a magnificent white horse.

The woman at the reins had a sour-looking face, with thin glasses and a floppy hat.

She bought the horse to a stop right in front of the four children.

Lucy, the youngest at age ten, glanced up at the horse in awe whilst Peter and Susan both shared a small look.

"Mrs. Macready?" Peter asked, unsure if he was addressing the correct person.

"I'm afraid so. Is this it, then? Haven't you bought anything else?" Mrs Macready responded in a flat, stern tone.

"No, ma'am. It's just us", Peter explained.

Lucy nodded her head to try and prove that her oldest brother was telling the truth.

She had been travelling on a train all day and desperately wanted a bed to fall asleep in.

"Small favours", Mrs Macready muttered before gesturing for the children to get onto the wagon.

Peter helped Lucy get up first, Edmund shoved his hand away with force when he offered it, and Susan went up just before he did.

The countryside was very different to London.

It was covered with green, yellow, brown, and other vibrant colours.

Nature was everywhere.

And it was beautiful.

The siblings took in their surroundings until they all laid eyes on a huge stone mansion on the path ahead.

They had stayed in silence the entire trip from the platform to the house, as they all got the feeling that Mrs Macready was not the talking type.

When they finally entered, each of the siblings looked around in shock at the décor and the size of their new home.

There was a duel sided staircase of dark wood directly opposite the front door.

In the very centre, on the wall, at the top of the stairs hung a portrait.

There were four girls painted there arranged in a diamond shape.

The girl at the top of the diamond was painted with white hair and white clothes, towering over the other three girls.

Two more girls were painted beside each other on the right and left sides of the diamond.