[Ballroom. Main hall. Foyer. Parlour, kitchen, music room. Alternate dimensions, magical wardrobes to Narnia.
Fortunately, Evelyn is remarkably good at committing things to memory, so at least she won't get lost in the future. The mansion is certainly a lot larger than she anticipated - her childhood home in Oxfordshire can't even begin to compare.
...and she's something of a helpless cook, so the dining room will be frequented far more often than the kitchen will. Not much further down the hallway, they stop in front of two massive doors, and Philip opens them.
For an instant, Evelyn is certain that her heart has stopped entirely.]
...oh...my God.
[And she doesn't even believe in God.
Carefully stepping inside and staring up with (slight) trepidation at the towering shelves that just keep going in either direction, Evelyn slowly turns back to Philip.]
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Date: 2011-07-21 05:00 am (UTC)to Narnia.Fortunately, Evelyn is remarkably good at committing things to memory, so at least she won't get lost in the future. The mansion is certainly a lot larger than she anticipated - her childhood home in Oxfordshire can't even begin to compare.
...and she's something of a helpless cook, so the dining room will be frequented far more often than the kitchen will. Not much further down the hallway, they stop in front of two massive doors, and Philip opens them.
For an instant, Evelyn is certain that her heart has stopped entirely.]
...oh...my God.
[And she doesn't even believe in God.
Carefully stepping inside and staring up with (slight) trepidation at the towering shelves that just keep going in either direction, Evelyn slowly turns back to Philip.]
I'm not...actually dreaming this, am I?