My siblings and I sat on the bed in our pajamas as Madi leaned against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest and her signature small smile on her lips.

"What story do you want me to tell?" she asked from her spot in the doorway.

"Tell us how you ended up here." Edmund suggested as he sat next to me. His tone was kind enough, even though I could tell he was irritated by the fact that she'd forgotten our previous discussion earlier that day. She smiled, crossed the room, and ruffled Ed's dark hair as if they'd known each other for years. I'll admit, her actions were slightly strange, but I didn't think much of it.

"I almost forgot about that. Alright, I'll tell you." she said as Edmund quickly ran his hands over his head in a lame attempt to fix his hair. Madi took a breath and the four of us listened intently to what she said next.

"When I was six years old, my parents and I went on a long trip. We were driving all across England in my dad's new car. We were having an amazing time. But then it started raining and we were miles away from the nearest town. The car spun off the road and into the ditch. I woke up three hours later in the hospital. They wouldn't let me see my parents, and I didn't know why. When Mrs. Macready came and started signing a bunch of papers in my hospital room, I knew something was wrong. I demanded to see my mother, but they said no. After Mrs. Macready brought me here, she finally decided to tell me that my parents were gone." she said with a deep sigh.

My eyes widened in shock at the information and I felt Susan, Lucy, and Ed's eyes do the same as well. She literally just told a bunch of strangers her life-story? She didn't have to do that, she could've just said that her parents passed away and that Mrs. Macready took her in. We weren't complaining, that would've been rude. But we literally just met... And she already felt comfortable enough around us to give us a piece of her story like that?

The silence after that was unbearable, and I felt like it would've been impolite if we jut said something like 'Oh'. So I decided to go a little further with the conversation.

"How old were you?" I asked her. She looked at the ground. But she didn't looked too sad, her face was more relieved that I'd said something that offended for asking.

"I was six years old." she said. We were silent for a long time, until Madeline spoke.

"Well, I'm getting a little tired. I think I'm going to go to bed. Good night everyone." she said with a smile and walked out of the room, as if nothing had happened. I looked over at Susan, a confused expression on my face. "Oh, and don't forget that breakfast is at seven tomorrow morning, alright?" And with that, she exited. We all looked at each other with our jaws hanging open.

"She acts as if it's no big deal." I said in disbelief.

"Maybe it's how she's dealing with the pain." Lucy suggested as I tucked her in. I kissed her forehead and stood up.

"Maybe, or maybe she's lying about the whole thing!" Ed said. I rolled my eyes.

"Madi wouldn't lie about this. No one would." I said to him as we started to walk out of the room. We said goodnight to the girls, and then made our way to our room. Edmund stopped me in my tracks.

"Did you hear that?" he whispered. I looked at him like he was an idiot. He tiptoed towards the kitchen through the darkness. I followed him and began to hear voices. We quietly stepped down the stairs, listening in on the conversation.

"They asked me about my past, I couldn't tell them the truth." I heard Madi say. Edmund gave me a look that said 'I told you so' and I glared at him. We continued to listen, hidden in the darkness and shadows.

"Why not?" I heard a man ask. It must've been the professor. We listened as Madi sighed.

"Because if I told them, they would've thought I was crazy. They obviously wouldn't have believed me." she said. I was confused. Why wouldn't we believe her? After a moment of silence, I heard the professor sigh.

"I understand where you're coming from, but lying isn't the answer." he explained. "Really? So you think I should've told them some crazy fairytale about evil witches and lions who fail to save the innocent people they swore to protect?" Madi spat at him.

"Madi, Aslan isn't responsible for your parents' death. The witch is the one you should blame." he said. Edmund and I looked at each other. What on Earth was she talking about?  What did she mean when she said that a witch killed her parents?

"Whatever, I'm going to bed. No matter what, tell no one of this conversation." she said.

"I promise I shall keep my lips sealed." the professor said. I looked at Ed as we heard them start to walk in our direction. We had to hide, or they would see us and we'd be dead meat. We looked frantically for cover, when I saw a couch in the corner of the room. I pointed at it and Ed understood. We quickly and quietly ran and hid underneath the couch, using the darkness of the room to our advantage.

"Good night, Professor." Madi said as she came into view. The Professor smiled at her.

"Good night, Your Highness." he said with a bow. Madi rolled her eyes and started to walk upstairs, then stopped in her tracks. Ed and I held our breaths, scared to death that she would discover our hiding spot. The Professor left the room, but Madi stayed put. She took a deep breath, and we watched as a tear shimmered in the moonlight that poured in from the nearest window. She descended up the stairs, leaving us. We both sighed with relief when we knew she was gone.

"I knew she was lying." Ed said as we started to walk to our bedroom. I elbowed him in the ribs.

"That's really the only thing you could think of? Not the fact that she is crazy?" I asked him. Ed was silent as we continued to walk to our room. As we entered our room, I sighed sadly. I had started to like Madi. I'll admit I had a small crush on her, but now....

"Good night, Ed." I said as I crawled into my bed.

"Good night, Peter." he said and closed his eyes. I blew out the candle, and everything went black. But I stayed awake, thinking. Madi didn't seem like the crazy kind. She was nice, funny, cute, pretty....beautiful. But she wasn't crazy. She couldn't be. Maybe she just had an over active imagination like Lucy, and she just hadn't grown out of that stage yet. I continued to think to myself, when I heard the floorboards squeak. I quickly sat up in my bed, staring at the door. "Ed." I said, trying to wake him up. But he didn't budge. I gave up trying to pull him from his slumber. I was suppose to be the older brother. The man of the family. The protector. I shouldn't be afraid of some little noise. I sighed, trying to keep my imagination from wandering too far, and fell into a dream filled sleep.