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[healerofharms]

Of all the absurd things to think, Jill woke up feeling cold. Not cool, for all that it probably wasn't winter outside, but cold. It probably had something to do with what she slept in (or the lack thereof), and if you add into the face that she seemed to be lying on the carpet

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[onceaqueen]

Susan heard someone swear and sat up, shivering a little--she was cold, which was strange as she and Jon and Rickon had been sleeping all together (thanks to Rickon's apparent bad dream that required climbing in bed with his parents at the wee hours of the morning). They were decidedly not in her bed now, nor anywhere she could see, though there was Jill Pole right there on the floor.

The carpeted floor, in what was definitely not her own house.

"Where are we?" she asked, the shortness in her voice mostly due to having no idea where her son was and trying not to panic about it.

[healerofharms]

"England," Jill said, swallowing. "Professor Kirke's house, if I remember right." She tried to act like she was't half starkers, and got up on her knees leaning forward- Yes, right there, neat as you please was her suitcase. "This isn't- this was before I went to Narnia," she said, scooting to the case to open it, and thank god that she'd always stuffed entirely too much into her luggage.

Clothes. Clothes that weren't a tank top with a rainbow on it, no bra, and a pair of orange knickers. "Susan-" She looked back, and realised, all at once, that being here was far less of a concerned then not being on the island. "We'll go back."

She'd edited out her own 'Likely', purely because it was the last thing that Susan needed to hear.

[onceaqueen]

Susan got out of bed and pulled a blanket round her shoulders. "Of course we will," she said briskly. "It's just like Narnia and Westeros, it doesn't last. A few days, at the most. We'll just have to muddle through."

The room was unfamiliar, and Susan frowned. "It doesn't seem like the Professor's house," she began, and then realised what Jill meant by before I went to Narnia, and a look of comprehension came across her face. Of course it didn't look like the Professor's house to her, because she hadn't seen this one. She had been out and about the city with her friends instead of visiting with the friends of Narnia. And Susan knew what happened after that.

"We need to see if the boys are here," she said, and then remembered that she was only in her nightgown. She didn't think Jill's suitcase had anything that would fit her, though, not with the curves that childbearing had given her.

[healerofharms]

"It's newer, I think, then the one that you'd seen." She didn't comment that there was a reason that Susan had seen this one, and really she didn't even think it - she had far more important things to think about, like clothing.

Jill'd been heavier - not much, mind, but heavier then she was now, brought on by mornings of true English breakfasts and no wars to fight or training to do. She tugged out clothes - peering at them, really, tugging them out all over the place. "I've clothes you can wear, I think, although-" She swallowed. "I've only one bra." She paused, looking at it, and then at Susan. "And I don't think it'll actually fit either of us." Three years made a world of difference.

She tugged out a sweater, an extra skirt - they had a bit of elastic in the back, so they at least might work, and socks that she put on the bed. "... I suppose I was wearing my shoes," she said largely to herself, already tugging up another pair of socks

[giftless]

In another room not far from where the girls were waking up, Edmund rolled over and pushed his face deeper into the pillow. There was a shaft of sunlight from somewhere pushing at his eyes, prodding them to open, but Edmund, often a very stubborn boy, refused to budge on the subject of his sleep. Odd, he thought in a muddled sort of way, that there should be sun on his face when his bedroom had no windows

[eldestking]

Peter opened one eye, about to berate Edmund for waking him, when he realized that something wasn't quite right. Not right at all. Ed was kneeling on carpet, the pillow his face was on felt like real feathers, and he was cold, of all things. He blinked quickly, pushing himself up onto an elbow, brow furrowed at his brother. "Ed? What on earth?"

[giftless]

"Not likely," Ed answered dryly, but the how of this wasn't what Peter was asking. More the what.

"It's England," he said, still keeping his voice hushed. "I haven't got Honour, I haven't got my sword and Eustace is still asleep!" Ed was seized by a sudden dismal feeling, and looked with wide eyes at Peter. "You remember, right? You haven't forgotten the island or anything?"

[eldestking]

Peter shook his head, even more confused. "Eustace?" He sat up, then, glancing around the room. They were most definitely in England, Honour was nowhere to be found, and that was absolutely their cousin. He looked back at Ed, shaking his head as he swung his legs out over the edge of the bed. "No, I remember the island, for sure." Jill. Susan. He glanced up. "Did you just get up? Is Susan here?"

[onceaqueen]

Susan hadn't thought about it at first, but when she went downstairs she realised that she wasn't at all prepared for the reception she got from the Professor and Polly. The Professor was just as lovely as she remembered him, but Polly... well. Polly's surprise at her appearance was obvious, and it made Susan uncomfortable.

But Polly was the least of her worries just now. She knew where the talk would go at some point in the day, and she was determined to do everything she could to keep it from happening. For now she just sat and picked at her breakfast and listened to the talk around her.

[giftless]

Still dazed and feeling utterly lost, but hiding it quite well, Edmund headed down for breakfast. Magic, you see, though always surprising, becomes less shocking to the body after a while. Ed was confused, unsteady, and honestly more worried than he would have liked to have been, but also ravenously hungry

[onceaqueen]

"Eustace hasn't a clue," Susan said quietly. She didn't want Polly being nosy and listening in on their conversation. "Edmund, do you remember the story I told you the other day? About..." She glanced at Polly, who was looking at her with suspicion. "... travelling?"

[giftless]

So much had happened already that morning that Edmund didn't remember at first, just stared at his sister with a slight frown of concentration. He knew, as anyone who knew Susan surely must, that she was not just making breakfast conversation.

It hit him as he reached for his juice and stopped. "So this isn't.." He paused, glancing around the table, at the Professor and Polly and dear Lucy, and lowered his voice and leaned close to his sister. "This isn't real?"