"The professor knew we were coming." Susan said slowly, looking at Peter.

    "Perhaps we've been incorrectly labelled," Edmund looked down at his evacuation tag.  "Unlikely. They can't labelled us wrong or else there'll be a big mess. I mean, it's not like she's hours late to pick us up, we only just got here," Elizabeth said, trying to look on the bright side.

     "Ellie's right, Ed. They take great care in labelling the children off to the right destination. As she said, it would cause a big mess," Peter looked at his younger brother.

      Edmund frowned. "I was only suggesting a possibility." He muttered.  Elizabeth slipped his hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Edmund looked up and smiled back at her.

        Elizabeth was the only person Edmund would hold hands with, smile at, or even show any emotion.  There was also a secret Edmund and Elizabeth shared.  They could talk to each other in their heads!  For as long as the both of them could remember, they could always talk to each other without having to actually say anything. And that wasn't the only secret, Elizabeth was magical and only Edmund knew about it. He found out when she accidentally set one of the kitchen curtains on fire when she was 4. Thankfully their mum was cooking dinner so everyone thought that the curtains caught fire from the stove.

        The sound of a horse and trap could be heard and soon it came round the corner.  It pulled up in front of them and a stern-looking lady looked down at them.

      "Mrs. Macready?" Peter asked slowly, looking at Susan.

   "I'm afraid so," Mrs. Macready said. "Well, is this it? Haven't you brought anything else?" She asked.   "No, ma'am. It's just us," Peter said. "Our house was bombed before we left. We could only pack what we could," Elizabeth spoke up.

        "Small favors," Mrs. Macready said, nodding towards the back of the trap for them to get in.

    They climbed in and set off.

      They soon arrived at an absolutely huge mansion, surrounded with acres of forestry and fields.  

     They entered the big foyer with a flight of stairs in front of them splitting off into two different directions. Mrs. Macready started rambling on a list of rules.

     "The professor is unaccustomed to having children in his house, and as such, there are a few rules we need to follow. There will be no shouting, or running. No improper use if the dumbwaiter....NO touching of the historical artifacts!" She turned and shouted, catching sight of Susan who had raised a hand to touch a marble bust of some famous persons head.

      Peter, Elizabeth and Edmund smirked at each other as Susan glared at them.

       "And above all.... there will be no disturbance of the professor." Mrs. Macready said quietly, gesturing to the door behind her.

      She led the way to their rooms. Lucy stopping in front of the professors door, only to run after the others when a shadow moved under the door.

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    "German aircraft carried out several attacks on Great Britain last night -"

   Peter snapped his head round to look at Susan who had turned off the radio.  She glanced at Lucy then back at him. Peter moved from his seat by the window and sat on the edge of Lucy's bed. 

     "The sheets feel scratchy," Lucy said, fiddling with the edges of her bed sheets.

   "Wars don't last forever, Lucy. We'll be home soon," Susan gave Lucy a small smile, trying to act like a grown up.

     "Yeah, if home's still there," Edmund scoffed, coming into the room at that moment followed by Elizabeth, both sitting on the bed opposite.  

    "Isn't it time you were in bed?" Susan shook her head slowly at him in annoyance.

 "Yes mum!" Edmund snarled.

       "ED!" Peter said sternly.  Edmund looked away. Elizabeth grasped Edmund's hand. 

    Please be nice, Ed.  She smiled softly.

        Edmund looked at her.  Fine, I'll try. But they both get on my nerves!

  I know they do! They get on mine too, at least Susan does, but will you please try and be nice! If not for their sake, at least do it for me! Elizabeth squeezed his hand gently.

      "You saw the outside. This place is huge! We'll be able to do whatever we want here. Tomorrow's going to be great.... Really," Peter gave Lucy a soft smile.

    Lucy smiled back.

      Come on, let's get to bed. Elizabeth stood up, looking down at Edmund. He nodded.  Let's.

 They slipped away to their own room, and the only one to notice their departure was Lucy.

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A/N For those of you who don't know what a 'trap' is, it's basically what people who could afford it had for transport.  A carriage would be for well off people and lords and ladies, a trap is a bit like a carriage but not fancy. I hope that was helpful. :) :)