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... )

Eustace has been around -- he generally is, after all -- but for once, he's accessible.

Or. Well. As accessible as one can be when one has dozed off in the common room and taken up the whole couch.

Lucy will freely admit that she has not been the most social for the past week or so, but things have been--well, they're better with Caspian, indeed, but there are other issues and thoughts and matters to tend to ( Read more... )

The thing is -- it's nice to be outside, once in a while.

Even if you're not quite sure where this particular bit of outside is, or even when it is, and think that technically you might still be inside the house.

But, philosophical considerations aside, it is a lovely rose garden.

It's always a good time for tea.

This is not actually a true statement, because there are very many times when tea has no place at all in what is happening. It's also been proven that there are people who do not like tea at all ( Read more... )

The couch in the common room of the House has acquired one Eustace, legs stretched out into the middle of the room, reading. He's taking another stab at Andrew Lang's collections of fairy tales, as Bar seems to think they'd be good for him.

Amy brought her lastest list of Gifts to Write Thank You Notes For with her to the House of Arch, and settled at a desk in the common room. The change of scenery helps, a little, but she's starting to think that if she has to come up with one more way to say "Thank you for the hideous silver punch bowl I neither need nor want," she'll scream ( Read more... )

The Mist-wraith has been defeated, so Bianca finds that she can breath a little easier now. Not completely, though. There is a niggling feeling in the back of her mind that she's overlooking something, forgotten something, that something will ( Read more... )

Lucy. Bianca. Take two. Again the library.

To be made actually coherent at some point.

There is, in fact, tea present.