Susan enters the kitchen, draping her cloth coat and scarf over the back of a chair.

"Hello, all. Is tea on?"

She settles down at the table and grins like a cat who's gotten into the cream.

None of the Pevensies much like winter. There are too many memories in the snow: memories of a witch, and a beloved world under her usurping dominion; memories of stone statues, and confused hiding, and the sound of shivery sleighbells. There are happy memories too, of course -- snowball fights, and hot drinks and furs, and romps and laughter and ( Read more... )

Amy likes to visit the House when she can, see who is around and not around, say hello to friends, spend some time away from the whirl of activity in Ambergeldar, and even the busy bustle of the bar ( Read more... )

Susan is strolling about the bookshelves of the House of Arch common room. She is not a big reader, but every now and again the idea of a nice novel appeals to her ( Read more... )

There's a blank space in his room where a painting used to be. The wall behind the empty easel seems very white.

It's a change, that's all. So it's natural that his eyes keep being drawn to it.

The room is very silent.

He likes it silent. There's no reason for it to feel oppressive. He likes it silent, and he likes these four walls ( Read more... )

Susan walks through the painting into the Narnian living room. She smiles when she sees Caspian sitting on the sofa.

"Caspian! Hello, brother. Or at any rate, brother-to-be."

It shouldn't be surprising that after a conversation with Adam, Caspian is a little nonplussed.

He'd gone back to the rooms, but the thought of dealing this evening with the twins was simply too much, and so he had made his way to the family room to make himself a cup of tea, and perhaps think things over for a while.

Susan and Amy both come to find Ingress, who is playing in the play room with Gavroche. They are both very mysterious, and Ingress gets more and more excited as they step through the paintings into the Narnian living room.

"What is it? What do I get to see? Tell me, tell me!"

Amy stands in the gallery and tries to remember which painting leads to Susan's room. After several minutes and two almost selections, she reaches out to touch the chimes on a painting of a waterfall and hopes to heaven that at the very least she's managed to pick the painting of someone she knows.

Susan is feeling much better. She sits in the living room, bundled in a robe and covered in blankets.

She's reading a book of love poems and is in a cheerful mood.

No one's told her about Jadis yet. Her family was waiting till she felt better.