Basir looked up at his friend Mr. Tumnus. "I am fine, good friend," he said. He noticed everyone in the room nearby and walked inside. Basir bowed to Aslan, the two kings, one queen, and wondered where the other queen was. "Hello guests," he said nodding.
Hermione scratched her head as Susan finished her story. "So, you came through a wardrobe? In a spare room in a Professor's house?" she said. The walk had lasted a long time, or else, it just seemed that way.
Susan nodded. "Yes, that's why some of the dear animals talk of how we came from the city of 'War Drobe' in the land of 'Spare Oom'. It's all very complicated." she said frowning.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |