Author's note: This story begins between Prince Caspian and the Voyage of the Dawn Treader and will go through up until The Last Battle. Not only does it draw from the books, but it keeps movieverse in mind (just for subtle details)
The Beginning of Two Breaks
Summer was emerging and the children flooding from the trains wore smiles on their faces and skipped happily from the station, throwing their luggage to-and-fro while hastily planning all of the fun things that were to be done over the break. All were jovial, except Susan and Lucy Pevensie. Instead, they were both fighting tears—Susan holding it back more stoically than her younger sister. Three boys were huddled together, telling cruel jokes at the girls' expense, just as cruel children do when they feel inhibited and bored. It would be unkind and inappropriate to repeat what the boys had said, but suffice it to say, had someone said the same to you, you would feel like crying as well.
Ignoring the torment the best that they could, Susan held Lucy's hand and dragging their trunks behind them, they hurried to the tree in the park nearby the station (a place in which they had designated as a meeting point with their brothers had they not all found each other sooner). Unfortunately, the bullies had followed them, and Susan began to regret leading them away from the crowded station into a more secluded area where there were leaves and twigs that mean boys could throw. The boys were sly enough not to be noticed, but by time Susan and Lucy reached their meeting place, both sisters had plenty of debris to fish from each other's hair.
The boy leading the pack bent over and picked up a stone, and while the others laughed (with a laugh particularly reminiscent of wild hyenas), he playfully tossed the stone from hand to hand as he pointed at Susan, muttering something incredibly unpleasant.
Just as Susan was about to push Lucy behind the tree to shield her, an unfamiliar voice interrupted the assault.
"Don't you lot have anything better to do?"
Stepping in as a barrier between them, a girl in Susan's year (who both Susan and Lucy recognized but had never spoken to) stood there bravely and crossed her arms. "Well?" she said to the boys with a furrow of her brow.
"Hah! What are you going to do about it?" the boys snickered and they began to howl like dogs at her. While their efforts to mock her achieved a subtle quiver of her lip, she stayed unwavering in a protective stance.
"Leave them alone at once…or else!" she stammered trying to sound intimidating.
The girl had succeeded in thwarting the attack on Susan and Lucy, but now it was clear that she had become the new target. The boy with the stone wound up to throw, but before he could aim, his concentration was interrupted again by a distant shouting and he had missed striking the girl completely.
Peter and Edmund had been on their way to the meeting tree and caught wind of the commotion, dropping their bags on the ground as they ran to the aid of their sisters. Startled, all three boys turned their heads to see the pair of brothers rushing towards them.
Trying not to seem shaken, the lead boy faked a laughed as he turned to address the girls and said, "Oh! I'm so sca…"
But the boy failed to finish his sentence because just as he had whipped his head around, the girl with the furrowed brow had thrust her fist right into his nose. Everyone had gasped—all but the girl, of course. Even Peter and Edmund (who at this point were only steps away from the scuffle) stopped in their tracks. The boy put his hands to his face sobbing, "Oh I think it's broken! She's broken my nose!" and he only remained standing because his friends were holding him up on either side.
"Serves you right! Now, go on! Git!" the girl shouted with confidence.
"Aw! It's not worth it anyway!" the boys exclaimed. But once they were a fair distance away, one shouted back, "This proves she's a loon! And her mother must've been a witch—only a witch could raise such a demon girl!"
Flabbergasted, the girl clenched her fists and tripped over her words in frustration, only managing to shout back a poorly versed, "Oh! Why you…!"
And with that, all four Pevensie siblings stared at the girl with a combination of excitement, befuddlement, and horror. As I had mentioned before, both Lucy and Susan recognized the girl, but neither had ever talked to her. The same was true for Peter and Edmund. Everyone knew of Judith Chauncy and how odd she was and how she never spoke unless spoken to (and who would want to speak to her anyway?). And everyone had heard the stories that her mother was a witch, and she was a witch too, and that she had missed a year of school because she was locked away in the insane asylum. But this is the first time any of the Pevensies had actually met her, and while she didn't seem as weird as the stories had made her out to be (she looked a little different, but not the bad kind of different—both Edmund and Peter agreed later on that she was actually quite pretty in a "different" sort of way), they were all conflicted to whether they were impressed by her courage or off put by her brute actions (although once again, both Edmund and Peter agreed later on that her punch had fantastic form).
Sickened by the silence, Judith let out a disappointed sigh and walked away. Suddenly, Lucy perked up out of the daze that had spread over them all and exclaimed, "But we never said thank you!" And she ran after Judith waving her arms and shouting for her to wait.
"No! Lu! Don't!" Peter hollered after his youngest sister, but there was no use. Knowing Lucy's credulous disposition, the three remaining Pevensie siblings looked at one another through the corners of their eyes and followed shortly behind.