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Utterly boring, those are the exact words you use to describe this party. Women around you chatter away and men tell each other tales about the war. Sadly, your parents are among these men and women, so there's no way you'll be able to escape from the table you're seated at. You stare at yourhands for awhile, having nothing better to do, when you suddenly feel somebody poking your shoulder.
You look up, a younger girl with brown hair is smiling at you. Next to her sits a girl your age, also with brown hair. You immediately assume she's her sister and when two other boys join you, you quickly learn that they're indeed siblings.
And they absolutely act like siblings. But you don't mind, the contant bickering brings a smile to your face. The party is suddenly a lot less boring.
"I'm Lucy Pevensie, this is Susan, Peter and Edmund. What's your name?"
