They met on the corner every night; he in his almost too big and worn overcoat, she in her fading cloak. She knew that he wasn't a muggle, he was no stranger to magic, but he wasn't magical either (it was the mystery that drew her to him.) He knew she wasn't any ordinary person, she had known darkness like he had, he could see it in her eyes (it was the fact that she kept on smiling anyway, that made him come back every night.)
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"I think we've had a miscommunication about measurements," Edmund said to the girl who'd entered Narnia through a cabinet that had promptly vanished behind her, and had somehow argued her way into joining the party headed for a diplomatic summit in Harfang on the absurd pretext of being his new bodyguard; how she expected to manage that without any visible weapon was beyond him.
"If your giants are anything like the giants in my world, your Majesty, there's no way I could carry a big enough stick," the girl -- Jenny? Gina? no, Ginny -- said as she twirled the slender, polished twig between her fingers, "so I figured I'd go with one that's actually dangerous." The stick halted, its suddenly sparking tip aimed straight between Edmund's eyes, and only the laughter in her eyes kept him from drawing his sword in reflexive reaction to a witch.
oooh, I like this a lot! I love how he underestimates her and then becomes afraid, since magic has primarily bad connotations for him. It's also cute that he can't remember her name at first.
Thanks! The treatment of magic in the two series is so very different, and while I think the Narnians could get used to a Potter-style witch, there would be fear and distrust at first, particularly in the Golden Age with Jadis such a recent memory.
yes, exactly. And this goes double for Edmund, who's had such a personal experience with what Jadis could do. This was a very interesting take on it, because I usually think about them meeting in London while doing various magical spy antics, so it was cool to imagine the world in which she tumbles into Narnia.
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"If your giants are anything like the giants in my world, your Majesty, there's no way I could carry a big enough stick," the girl -- Jenny? Gina? no, Ginny -- said as she twirled the slender, polished twig between her fingers, "so I figured I'd go with one that's actually dangerous." The stick halted, its suddenly sparking tip aimed straight between Edmund's eyes, and only the laughter in her eyes kept him from drawing his sword in reflexive reaction to a witch.
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