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professor susan p. hastings (_believeinmagic) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-08-12 21:13:00

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!log, lee scoresby, susan pevensie

Who: Susan Pevensie, Lee Scorsby
When: Friday evening
Where: World's Fair
What: stuck in the snow!
Rating/status: TBD

Susan hated bundling up, it always, on some unconscious level, reminded her of Narnia. Snow in the middle of summer, due to these ... aliens (they were alien, there was nothing normal about them) coming made her think of Narnia all the more.

She'd decided, after taking an early day at work, to go see the World's Fair. It would take her mind off Narnia, and it would do good to smile a bit. She had kicked out the alien she'd foolishly allowed to room with her - if she allowed anyone to room with her again, it was going to be someone with no abilities, like the ability to pop a sword out of existence. Except the boy she found, Zack Fair. He was sweet, and she didn't think he'd hurt him at all.

She was musing about the situation when a gust of wind took her hat. "Grab that hat!" she yelled at a man who was also foolishly in the blizzard like her. She was surprised to see a bunny frolicking near him as she ran closer. Of course, someone took their pet to play in the fun snowstorm. Still, Susan wanted her hat!

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_believeinmagic
2011-08-15 09:49 pm UTC (link)

Susan frowned, "Your logic, Mr Scorsby, fails to make sense, as I can see Hester and I am neither a newcomer nor do I have one of my own."

She followed suit and ordered a bestseller for herself, though she asked for a cup of tea ("any kind, so long as it's tea"), and took a seat opposite Lee.

"I would imagine that would be quite difficult. I wonder -" she started then broke off. Oh well, she could share with him, couldn't she? "I wonder how many others have secrets like that, little daemons that no-one else can see. Once, when I was a child, a little girl waiting for the War to end, my little sister invented this fantastical world that my siblings and I all joined in with her - and there the animals - creatures really - could talk and everything about it was magical. Your Hester, and this dreadful snow, make me think about that. That was over 20 years ago and - well, I suppose you don't want to hear of the imagination of some very lonely children."

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leescoresby
2011-08-16 01:12 am UTC (link)

"Now don't be a downer, Ms. Susan," Lee said pleasantly and chuckling a little, his hand stroking the back of Hester who was now curled comfortably on his lap. "Nothing wrong with a little imagination, a little fantasy world here and there. Me and Hester used to play all the time when we were kids. Some kids think we're lonely but well, they just never see Hester." He winked at Susan.

The waffles didn't take long to make, and soon they would be served their orders and steaming drinks.

Lee took a sip from his. "Anyway, I always say folks without imaginations are the lonely ones. They don't see things the way we do. Which war was that you were waiting on, Ms. Susan?"

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