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I am not pleased with this at all.

Narcissa, have you decided that you've not gone nutters yet? I am growing increasingly impatient with your willingness to think I would lie to you.

Owen, I saw something that might interest you.

So...this glorified type writer is rather interesting. I thought it was only best that I make a proper introduction...since the first was rather erratic and I was a bit on edge about the conditions in which I arrived here.

I'm Lucy Pevensie though. I was born in 1932 but...here I am in 2008 and only seventeen. It is rather crazy if you ask me.

Oh...and this might sound like an odd request but should anyone see a Faun or a swashbuckling mouse could you please let me know?

. . .PETER DID IT!

*frowns* Perhaps this look will suffice.

Oh bloody-

What did you guys do now?

What exactly is going to be done about the horde of children popping up when we can't very well kick them off to go to school when this isn't the plane of reality they came from?

Well this is certainly not the Slytherin commons. If James drugged my pumpkin juice again I am gong to knock his front teeth out no matter what mum tells me.

Quite a interesting turn of events.