Jan had the polar opposite weather situation to Tara. Her rain clouds were swelling and lightning was attacking the ground with surprising vehemence. What had the ground done? It provided them with ways to go places in the towns and stopped them from being sucked into the Earth's mantle. The world would quite literally be lost without it. Jan was tucked safely away inside, with a jumper over her shoulders but open so that her t-shirt could still be visible...y'know, just in case James happened to walk past the window.
She had chosen The Chronicles of Narnia, always entranced by James's ability to merge into even the least realistic of beings. Not to mention that whenever she watched the film she was reminded of his predicament while filming it: bright green tights. It sometimes made her giggle, sometimes made her squirm with pleasure. Today it did both and her face split along the length of her smile. Today the weather didn't matter, because James was on her screen, on at least four screens somewhere in the world, and the beautiful, fluttering flakes of snowy crystals that landed on Jamesy's shoulders were the real weather.
Admittedly James was rather a supporting character in this film but he most definitely had a very important role. He started it all. There would be no reason for a film without Mr. Tumnus, for Lucy Pevensie would have gone straight home, possibly believing her siblings that this entire snow world had in fact been a dream. There was a reason they called them 'Supporting Characters'; they held everything up. No matter, he did reappear later on of course and, once the movie was over, Jan waited for his face to pop up in the credits.
Mr. Tumnus felt time freeze. He was waving to young Lucy Pevensie and her sister Susan as they embarked on their bi-daily hunting trip - Mr. Tumnus was unsure whether this meant twice a day or every other day, for he was normally out gathering wood for his fireplace and their schedule appeared rathe erratic to him. Anyways, he could not move. Nobody moved. He plummeted through a tunnel of abstract grey semi-consciousness and heard particles slamming from the clouds to the ground.
Oh God. Was the snow back? No, it was rain. It wasn't the beautiful sun he'd had a moment ago, but at least the White Witch hadn't returned. He glanced his eyes around the room he found himself in and noticed a woman staring startled at him. He rose from the floor and dusted down his furry legs.
"Excuse me," he attempted to establish his manners before absolutely everything he thought he knew was dispelled, "But who are you and where am I?"
"Well..." Jan croaked, "My name is Jan and I come from England. Actually, that's where the Pevensies are from."
"Oh, well then I feel very sorry for your predicament."
"Sorry?" then Jan remembered the time setting for C. S. Lewis's masterpiece, "Oh, you mean the war? That's been over a long time. You remember how time passes differently in our two worlds? Well, it is the year 2013."
"That, I'm very sorry to say, means absolutely nothing to me but it's nice to meet you."
Jan extended her hand.
"I still don't understand the point in this..." Mr. Tumnus murmured as he returned the gesture.
"Ah, well you're in luck!" Jan had seen an explanatory episode of QI, "It's a gesture that demonstrates you are unarmed, because you would be holding a weapon in your right hand, which is what you shake with."
Mr. Tumnus squeezed Jan's hand with renewed vigour and, with a dazzled twinkle in his eyes, he gushed, "Thank you very, very much. I've been troubling with that ever since I made the acquaintance of Queen Lucy Pevensie and I'm glad to have something to finally settle it so yes, thank you, thank you very, very much."
And with that the faun swept her into a swift embrace of gratitude, before releasing his stunned new friend and, regaining his manners, bowed low and long. Jan curtsied. Mr. Tumnus smiled.
She had chosen The Chronicles of Narnia, always entranced by James's ability to merge into even the least realistic of beings. Not to mention that whenever she watched the film she was reminded of his predicament while filming it: bright green tights. It sometimes made her giggle, sometimes made her squirm with pleasure. Today it did both and her face split along the length of her smile. Today the weather didn't matter, because James was on her screen, on at least four screens somewhere in the world, and the beautiful, fluttering flakes of snowy crystals that landed on Jamesy's shoulders were the real weather.
Admittedly James was rather a supporting character in this film but he most definitely had a very important role. He started it all. There would be no reason for a film without Mr. Tumnus, for Lucy Pevensie would have gone straight home, possibly believing her siblings that this entire snow world had in fact been a dream. There was a reason they called them 'Supporting Characters'; they held everything up. No matter, he did reappear later on of course and, once the movie was over, Jan waited for his face to pop up in the credits.
Mr. Tumnus felt time freeze. He was waving to young Lucy Pevensie and her sister Susan as they embarked on their bi-daily hunting trip - Mr. Tumnus was unsure whether this meant twice a day or every other day, for he was normally out gathering wood for his fireplace and their schedule appeared rathe erratic to him. Anyways, he could not move. Nobody moved. He plummeted through a tunnel of abstract grey semi-consciousness and heard particles slamming from the clouds to the ground.
Oh God. Was the snow back? No, it was rain. It wasn't the beautiful sun he'd had a moment ago, but at least the White Witch hadn't returned. He glanced his eyes around the room he found himself in and noticed a woman staring startled at him. He rose from the floor and dusted down his furry legs.
"Excuse me," he attempted to establish his manners before absolutely everything he thought he knew was dispelled, "But who are you and where am I?"
"Well..." Jan croaked, "My name is Jan and I come from England. Actually, that's where the Pevensies are from."
"Oh, well then I feel very sorry for your predicament."
"Sorry?" then Jan remembered the time setting for C. S. Lewis's masterpiece, "Oh, you mean the war? That's been over a long time. You remember how time passes differently in our two worlds? Well, it is the year 2013."
"That, I'm very sorry to say, means absolutely nothing to me but it's nice to meet you."
Jan extended her hand.
"I still don't understand the point in this..." Mr. Tumnus murmured as he returned the gesture.
"Ah, well you're in luck!" Jan had seen an explanatory episode of QI, "It's a gesture that demonstrates you are unarmed, because you would be holding a weapon in your right hand, which is what you shake with."
Mr. Tumnus squeezed Jan's hand with renewed vigour and, with a dazzled twinkle in his eyes, he gushed, "Thank you very, very much. I've been troubling with that ever since I made the acquaintance of Queen Lucy Pevensie and I'm glad to have something to finally settle it so yes, thank you, thank you very, very much."
And with that the faun swept her into a swift embrace of gratitude, before releasing his stunned new friend and, regaining his manners, bowed low and long. Jan curtsied. Mr. Tumnus smiled.
