A/N: Hullo once again.
You know what I should change my account name to Peter and Wendy because I haven't even posted any avatar fanfics yet…. Anyway….
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are everyone except Peter, Wendy, Nana and the Darlings. I made up everyone else.
Three years. That's all it had been since the fateful night when Nana had barked at our window in the nursery. Three years spent sitting by the window, waiting for a certain someone to drop in like a leaf, and steal me away. Well, maybe not three years exactly. After all, I had been moved to a room of my own. And now, at 15 years of age, my parents have decided to send me to boarding school. Most girls wouldn't want to go, but I don't mind. After all, it's better than being married strait away. It gives me more time to find him.
Wendy sighed, and then pulled her bag onto the train, following Lottie to the closest compartment. Grace was already in there, as well as Stephanie and Nancy. After the girls had settled themselves in the comfortable seats, all five of them turned to the one thing they all loved. All of them except Wendy, that is, but she had never troubled to tell them that. Gossip.
"Did you hear a new student will be attending this year?"
Grace rolled her eyes.
"Lottie, we're all new students. And I'm sure we are not the only ones who shall be attending the school for the first time this year"
"Oh shush" Lottie said, annoyed.
"No, I mean a new student will be arriving in the year level above us"
"Ooooh!" the girls chorused. Wendy sighed, and turned away to look out the window.
"Wait, girls. There's something more!" Lottie exclaimed. She looked around triumphantly at her captivated audience.
"It's…. a boy"
There was a round of gasps and giggles from the small cluster.
"Dear me, Lottie" said Wendy peevishly.
"It seems that there is a lot of excitement over a perfectly ordinary occurrence?"
"Hush Wendy" said Grace, waving a hand in her direction.
"Have you seen him, Lottie?" Lottie nodded, smiling slyly.
"Girls!" exclaimed Stephanie.
"We have forgotten to ask his name. You do know, don't you?" she asked, eyeing Lottie suspiciously. Lottie laughed.
"Of course dear. I know it"
"O, what is his name?" squealed Nancy.
"Peter" said Lottie, her expression turning almost dreamy.
A/N: Gosh. Who could Peter Pankhurst be? YOU CAN GUESS. And I probably won't update this for a while because