The four separate times the Pevensies went back to the wardrobe in the empty room:
Lucy Pevensie was frankly the only one who remained calm as her finger tips grazed against the wood of the back of the wardrobe. She didn’t cry, she didn’t scream, she stayed quiet. Of course she was upset, but there was no emotion for her to express how she felt. Her big eyes stared blankly at the coats. She had been holding her breath the entire time. Finally she let out a large sigh and her shoulders dropped. Lucy placed her hand one last time on the back of the wardrobe, and when the moment felt right she closed its doors and never went back into the room. Not because of doubt, but because she believed Professor Kirke, that wasn’t how she was going to get back. This is when Lucy learned how to be patient.
Edmund Pevensie only went back to the wardrobe a few times before leaving it be. For about five days Edmund went back to the wardrobe every night. He would push the coats to the side and sit inside. His head leaned against the back, hoping maybe he’d fall through on a bed of leaves and Philip would be waiting for him. Then he would cry, cry into his knees until he fell asleep. So, those five nights Edmund fell asleep and the next five mornings Peter would come and get him. Hold him tightly and place him in his bed and Susan and Lucy would bring him breakfast. This is when Edmund realized what true emptiness felt like.
Susan Pevensie would scream almost every afternoon for the next month. Her siblings would tell her not to go into the room, but she’d run past them and claw her way through the wardrobe. She tore the coats away and scratched at the wood until her fingertips bled. She couldn’t face the fact that her life was taken from her. She pounded at the back of the wardrobe, screaming, tears streaming down her face. Until she would collapse onto her knees, bruising them. She grew silent as the tears kept falling. This is when Susan learned how to hide her feelings.
Peter Pevensie was the one who destroyed the wardrobe. He had managed to keep himself calm for his younger siblings. But a few nights before the went back to London, Peter lost it. In the middle of the night Peter walked quietly into the room holding the wardrobe. He walked up to the wardrobe and whispered these words, “I was a king. High King Peter the Magnificent. And now that’s gone. Everything is gone”. Then Peter busted open the doors, ripped the coats away, braking off the pole that held them. Next came the doors, Peter pulled on the doors until the hinges snapped. He knocked the wardrobe over and started to smash the back of the wardrobe. Memories of enemies charging him came flooding back. He fell to the floor holding broken pieces of wood in his hands and crying. When he looked up all three of his siblings were staring at him with sympathy. This is when Peter learned he would never accept it was over.