All other sound in awe
Repeats its law:
The bird is mute; the sea
Sucks up its waves; from rain
The burthened clouds refrain,
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"Have you unpacked yet?"

Sanya, who was lying on her stomach on her dorm-bed and was very absorbed in Murder On the Orient Express, did not register Jessie Denham's query at first. There were so many characters it was difficult even for her to keep track- it had been the same when she had been reading Death on the Nile- even And Then There Were None had quite an ensemble, but she had been so engrossed in the seamless and nail-biting mystery, that it had been easy to remember them all.
Of all the books she had read in England so far, regardless of genre or author, And Then There Were None was probably her favourite.
And Pride and Prejudice, of course. Dracula, too, maybe.
And perhaps also The Blue Castle, to add another romance- that genre was a guilty pleasure for her.
Though, truthfully, The Blue Castle was far more about finding freedom and understanding oneself than it was about-

"Rainsford!" Jessie threw a pillow at her face. "Have you gone deaf?"

"No." She scowled, dog-earing the page she had been on. She asked Edmund to buy bookmarks every time they went into town, for she was too shy to go to the shops on her own, but she always ended up losing them before the week was over. "What do you want?"

"We came back from hols today. Ring a bell, numpty?" Jessie gave an exaggerated eye-roll, before repeating, "Did. You. Unpack. Yet?"

And Sanya was supposed to be the oblivious one. She'd not been anywhere for the 'hols'. She'd spent the holidays here at school, along with a handful of other children who couldn't go home (and Edmund was there, too, at Hendon), because her 'grandmother' had been away on some medical retreat in the south of Frank.

Farce.

Something like that.

It was the country the language of which Edmund spoke so attractively.

The three Pevensies who were going home had suggested that she stay with them- it was only two weeks, after all, and her going would mean that Ed would get to go home, too- but Sanya had shaken her head. She didn't think she could take staying with Ed's parents for so long.

She had met them in the summer. The first time had been two weeks after the summer vacation had started- the lateness was because, of course, Sanya had been doing her best to avoid the inevitable meeting for as long as possible.

She'd been right to avoid it.
George and Helen Pevensie had not been rude to her, or unwelcome- far from, they had been very kind and gracious- but she got the sense that they were displeased with their son's choice of a significant other. She wasn't very personable, or chattily charming, or even of the same background as them- so she understood where they were coming from.

Thankfully, the day after this onek baaje- very bad- meeting, she had visited the London Zoo for the first time. It had been sickeningly and overwhelmingly packed with humans- but all the animals, the majestic, wonderful, adorable little critters, had made her heart sing as she had wandered around, followed closely by Edmund, who had tried his very best to not lose her in the crowd.
(He had lost her thrice- once near the Komodo Dragon exhibit, once near a herd of zebras, and once in the aquariums.)
Now, that was one worthwhile reason to keep living in this world.

"Well?" Jessie tapped her well-polished shoes. It was almost bed-time, why was she still wearing shoes? "Did you?"

Sanya could easily have told the plain truth, and had the matter done with- but Jessie was the dorm-monitor, and it was always easy to rile her up.
"What's it matter to you?"

Her grey eyes flashed, and she advanced to Sanya's bed.
"If our dorm gets one more demerit, then we can all kiss goodbye our chances of going into town to watch something at the cinema this weekend."

"Oh, is something nice playing?"
She was genuinely curious. She'd only been a few times so far- the first time had been in February, watching Dumbo on Valentine's Day with Edmund, and the last one had been Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon, again with Edmund, a couple of weeks ago- but she loved watching films at the cinema. It was so aweing- and epic, truly.

"Rainsford-" She took a deep breath, probably to stifle whichever paltry swear word had risen up, "I know you don't care about- anything."

Sanya frowned, "That's not true. I just don't care about you, or our form, or anything related to this school."

Jessie looked like she was about to tear out her own hair, making it even shorter than it already was.
"Same difference. Just behave yourself, or I will ask the Headmistress to ban you from going to Hendon for good."

She chuckled, and fell back onto the bed, grabbing her book.
"She tried that, just before Valentine's Day. I broke the lock on the kitchen door-" it led outside, not far from the school's back gate, "and went on a date."

"You broke it!?" May Everly came into the room, along with Priscilla and Clarissa, just in time to hear this revelation. "Someone stole all the pork and we all had to eat eggs without bacon for a week!"

"That doesn't matter to me." She said blithely, searching for the paragraph she'd been on. It had been some witty remark of Poirot's... "I don't eat pig-meat."

Though she was unaware of what had transpired in the first half of the conversation, May declared, "You're a heathen."

"Tell me something I don't know."

But Clarissa Spencer was the one whose barb truly went through the chink in her armour.
"Edmund Pevensie is going to break up with you."

"Oh, is he?" But despite her nonchalant words, her hands curled into fists, gripping the book so tight it would make other bibliophiles weep. "And he'll start dating- who? One of you? Priscilla, perhaps. I'm sure Ed would love to know that she thought Sherlock Holmes was the scientific name of a monkey for fourteen years of her life."
How she wished she could drown her, along with her other dorm-mates.
But, unfortunately, she did not have her powers here.
Then again, she didn't need godly abilities to drown people...

Priscilla was slow with retorts, as she was with everything else- except when it came to telling classmates that Sanya was a chakla- and Clarissa stepped in to defend.
"Someone who's up to his standards. There's only so long your- your body can interest him."

Sanya sat up again, a gobsmacked look on her face.
It was usual that she didn't know what to say in a conversation- but, truly, this wasn't awkwardness, it was pure speechlessness.
"You people think- you think that Edmund is with me for my body?"
She almost felt like laughing.
That was ridiculous. She'd been a chubby, clumsy girl when they'd met- with thick thighs, and stomach rolls, and stretch marks. Though, admittedly, she had nice breasts, and some sort of sensuality that had been visible to him.
And she'd stayed close to that, if not exactly that, for the duration of their time together. And even now, she was not quite slender, and light-years (she had learned the term in physics, and apparently it wasn't a measurement of time, which was very confusing- everything in physics was confusing) from graceful. As for beauty- as in, her face- Sanya herself could point out a near to a thousand people in both St. Finbar's and Hendon House who were far prettier than her.

Though, she had lived long enough to realise that she was not a hideous beast, at least not in Edmund's eyes.

Because you're beautiful. That had been what he'd said when he had told her he wanted to make love with her. A lie, it had been, she knew, as he'd been so caught up in his lust and in the moment.
But, even if he truly believed that- it wasn't why he had fallen in love with her.

"Of course." May said- not even rudely, but genuinely surprised that Sanya didn't know. "You're an exotic Indian beauty! When we had the swimming competition in May, the entire Hendon population turned up to watch you in a wet swimsuit!"

Priscilla Campbell frowned, "I thought they came for the cakes and ice-cream."

"That, too."

"You're crazy." Sanya informed them- took one to know one, she thought. "Edmund loves me."

"He'll love you till he can get in your knickers."
The other girls turned towards her, flabbergasted, and Clarissa blushed bright red, but did not take back her words.
"It's true." She insisted- perhaps she did believe it. "He would never marry you."

He already has.
"What if he's already got into my knickers?"

He hadn't- not in this world, not in thirteen hundred years. Just inside her bra, which she didn't often wear when she went to meet him.

Though she did want him to get into the knickers as well. At least with his hands.

She missed having sex with him- but a big part of her, just as she knew part of him, was afraid. They were both so young- she wasn't even fifteen yet, her birthday was in two and a half weeks. They weren't ready- yet.

And the fears...

What if it wasn't good? What if it hurt? What if something went wrong? What if it had a fallout, that led to them separating? They wouldn't be able to bear that- they couldn't lose each other.
She wanted him- by the Heavens, she wanted him, she always had, and she wanted to show how much she loved him- but sex wasn't as important as just being together.

All the girls gaped at her.

"Sanya!" It was the first time Jessie had said her actual name, and her tone was horrified and interested and displeased and afraid all at once. "You haven't."

She was surprised they even knew what sex was. She herself had only known the concept vaguely, when she had been fourteen the first time.
"It's none of your business."
Sanya had no intention of telling them anything about their relationship- even though the girls looked so invested, it was as if she was a particularly juicy gossip column.
She decided to fuel that interest just a bit, saying, "What does it matter to you that I know that Edmund has two freckles right on the tip of his-"

"Lights out, girls!" Matron called from the corridor, and the girls started, looking around haphazardly as though suddenly blinded. "I'll come check in a few!"
Then there came the sounds of her heavy, but fading footsteps.

Despite the shock from Matron's announcement, and the initial hurrying around, Sanya's dorm-mates were staring at her again.

"Good night." She said brightly, and drew the curtains around her canopy bed- much, much smaller than her bed in Azraq, and not even a quarter as comfortable, but at least it had curtains- shut.
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"Hi." Edmund greeted, leaning down to kiss Sanya.
She seemed strangely shorter now, than she had in Narnia- though that was probably because of the growth-spurt he had finally hit during the summer, making him finally grow taller than Susan, as he was supposed to be.
"Happy Birthday, love."

She smiled into the kiss, and ignored Ms. Potts's very loud cough.
"Thank you, husband." She whispered, before pulling away and adjusting the collar of his navy coat. "I'm sorry I can't stay with you for long- we have a test tomorrow."

"Yeah, you told me-" she'd complained about it to him the previous evening, when she'd come to see his rugby practice, after Lucy- who had also come- had left, "rather stupid, taking a test before even finishing the chapter."

"This whole school is stupid." She muttered.
Why could her birthday not have fallen on Saturday or Sunday? She could have spent the entire day with him, instead of just two hours at tea-time.
"Anyway, let's go-"

"You know," Ms. Potts said, too loudly for it to be mistaken for a murmur to herself, "most students skip tea on their birthdays because their parents have come to take them out."

"My parents are dead." Sanya said, even more loudly- she didn't look back at Ms. Potts, but she hoped she was flushing in shame. "Sorry, but nothing short of necromancy can make me like 'most students'."

Edmund smothered a smile- his wife's spontaneous savagery in the art of riposte was something he had admired for a long time.
"Good evening, Ms. Potts." He said, nodding his head at Sanya's teacher, who was red-faced. He felt slightly bad- Sanya had told him that she was one of the few teachers who truly tried with her. "Thank you for-"

"Oh, stop it." Sanya said, taking his hand to drag him away from Ms. Potts, the front entrance, and then thankfully the school itself.
"You don't have the burdens of being a diplomat here." She reminded him as they walked down an unfamiliar path, not leading to their forest but somewhere else- they didn't know where, they were just wandering- with their hands loosely linked and swinging between them. "There's no need to be so- polite all the time."

"I'm not polite all the time." The head of the Chess Club, Mr. Richards, to whom Edmund said very choice words nearly every week, would back up his statement. "But Ms. Potts looked like a kicked puppy- you'd have melted, too."

"Well, puppies would make even Batman melt." She shrugged. She wished this horrible winter would melt to spring and summer- it was colder in England, than it ever had been in the time she had spent in Narnia. She was wearing two cardigans and a coat (though she quite liked the violet coat she wore), and woollen stockings and gloves and one of Edmund's hats- and still she felt cold! "Speaking of, did you ask-"

He nodded, "I did, and Clarke hasn't got any new comics. Says he doubts he'll get any new ones till the summer."

"Damn."
She loved comics. She'd been reading them for almost as long as she had been here. She hadn't expected to love them- she had outgrown picture-books at the age of five- but, somehow, she had fallen in love with comic books, especially those of the superhero genre.

The trouble was that hardly any bookshops kept comic books. Woman in Red, The Flash, Captain America, Superman, Namor, Wonder Woman, the Human Torch, etc.- none of them were there.

But, thankfully, one of Edmund's dorm-mates, Clarke Jaffray, was an avid collector, and was all too happy to lend his literature to her whenever she asked.

"But it's fine. Bonnie gifted me this new American stuff-" though, the superhero comics were also American, "it's called Archie Comics- at breakfast today."

He tried to not show his gladness that she had made a friend, even if Sanya didn't accept that she was a friend. She had mentioned Bonnie once or twice, but only as 'her braids sometimes fall into her soup' or 'she looks quiet, but talks too much'.
"Oh? How is it?" He wasn't personally into comics much himself, but Sanya loved them, so he liked hearing about them- her ramblings were always adorable.
And he hoped these comics would find their way onto a cinema screen someday, as a film adaptation- not a cartoon, though- it would take his wife's breath away, and her expression would be a sight to see.

"It's funny, though understanding all the American references and terms is a bit hard." Still, her lips turned up- she'd only stopped reading it when the bell for class had rung. "Apparently, this Archie comic was part of a different comic, but it was so popular, that they decided to give it its own run. The one Bonnie gave me has a bunch of unnecessary and unrelated comics in between, but I'm not going to read those. I don't even know how she found it- it just started publishing last month."

"Well, perhaps some relative lives over in America, and they got it for her." Edmund answered, before looking back- both their schools were fast becoming smaller and smaller, and he felt glad. He didn't hate school, like Sanya did- but if he was asked to burn his school down just so he could look at Sanya's ear, he'd have gasoline and matches ready in an instant. "What are the characters like?"

"Nice. Archie is so dumb, but loveable still- and Betty is wonderful, I love her."
She'd been somewhat judgemental about Betty being a bit of an obsessive doormat where Archie was considered, but then she'd realised that that was the pot calling the kettle black.
"Veronica is awful, though, I hope she gets pushed over a cliff-" Sanya could not see why Archie didn't just choose Betty, she was the clear choice! "And, though he hates women- apparently, they disturb his sleep- I already really empathise with Jughead."

He blinked, and almost stopped walking. "That's not a name."

"It is."

"Of a human?"

She snorted, before nodding, "Yes. Jughead Jones. He loves to eat, sleep, and avoid work."

"Sounds right up your alley, then." He squeezed her hand, and she giggled. "But that name- you're definitely having me on."

Sanya looked confused, as they turned a bend and found themselves on a cobbled path, with what looked like a few store-stalls ahead.
"On what?"

He shook his head- he forgot sometimes that she wasn't aware of all the oddities in the British colloquial.
"Never mind. But that is the most bizarre name I've ever heard, and I know of a place in Hertfordshire called Boggy Bottom."

"Hertfordshire?" Her eyes widened, and she didn't pay any heed to the hilariously ludicrous name. "Like in Pride and Prejudice?"

Edmund nodded.

"I thought that place was fictional- like Avonlea!"

He laughed out loud, as they came to a stop just before the first shop-stall- selling necklaces made of shells. It was strange- there was no beach nearby, and this was a very lonely part of town. He'd never been here, though, so maybe it was a very busy market scene during some part of the day.
"Hertfordshire is very real, Moonshine. It's in Southern England, and has plenty of places like in the novel." He'd heard from his grandfather, who'd died when he was eight- Granddad Pevensie had lived there for a summer. "It's only a couple hours from Finchley, if we get a direct train. Derbyshire, too."

"Huh." She felt excitement bubble in her- she knew the Bennets and Mr. Darcy weren't real, and their estates wouldn't be either, but the estates that were there would surely be quite similar to the fictional Longbourn and Netherfield Park and Pemberley! "I would love to go there, someday."

"For the honeymoon, maybe." Edmund said, ardently hoping his words came to pass. "We should have some money by then..."

Sanya spoke quietly, "You know I have money, darling."

"Yes," They had had this conversation before, "but I don't intend for our life to be dependent on the fortune of a family that isn't actually yours."

"I know and understand that, but- it still is mine. Legally, it is mine, and I can do with it what I like when I turn eighteen." For now, if she wanted to take out money, she needed both the permission and signature of her 'grandmother'.

"Moonshine, I love you, but-"

"I love you, too, which is why I want to use it for us. I want to help us have the life that fucking Stag took away from- Susan!"

Edmund was puzzled, "What?"

She nodded ahead to a stall, in front of which stood a tall, dark-haired girl in a St. Finbar's blazer.
"Su. There."

He looked- sure enough, it was his sister, standing and bickering with the apparent owner of the stall.
"Susan dislikes street shops. She says they're spurious, why would she be buying- hey, Su!" He called, striding ahead and pulling Sanya along with him.

Susan turned, startled, and then her pale cheeks flushed as she recognised who was coming towards her.
"Hullo, you two. Happy Birthday again, Sanya." She added with a smile to her sister-in-law. "What brings you out here?"

"Date." They both answered in unison.

"Here?" She glanced around very pointedly. "Not very romantic- Eddie, really, you should find better-"

"Shush, Susie." He scowled. "We're just wandering. What are you doing here?"

"Oh- the girl who tutors me in history, it's her birthday tomorrow, and I forgot to get her a present."

"So you skipped tea to come here?" Sanya asked, confounded. "Why didn't you just go into town?"
The town nearest to the two schools, about half a kilometre away, boasted of a cinema and plenty of shops to satiate any customer's demand. The students loved to flock there during the weekends or any holiday during the week.

"Because I spent most of my allowance on this new lipstick last week." She bit her lip, moving away from the stall, where their conversation would not be so easily overheard. "I didn't have enough money to afford anything in town, so I thought I could find something here."

"Oh-" Sanya reached into the pocket of her coat, "I have money-"

"Stop." Edmund said, shaking his head. "You can't go offering money as though they're chocolate bars!"

His wife frowned, "I don't like chocolate, so I probably would give them away, but chocolate bars are rationed, so I wouldn't have any in the first place-"

"Don't remind me." He hadn't had a proper chocolate in too long. "But- that's off topic, what I mean is-"

"Oh, Ed, it's not like I'm giving her money to invest in a fighting ring, I'm just lending her money so she can buy a gift for a friend." Then Sanya frowned, turning to her sister-in-law. "Is she a friend? Or- more?"

Susan blinked, before laughing, a definite note of bitterness in it.
"For once, you are too optimistic, Sanya. The 'more' you're talking about- I doubt I'll ever find it in this world." Even if there were girls who liked girls- like she did, like Sanya did- they would keep it to themselves, like she did. How was she supposed to find 'more', if she didn't even know whom to get it from? "You two are lucky. You found each other, you soulmates, and you're of opposite genders."

God, what she would've given to have had Tritonia find her, to find Tritonia, like Edmund and Sanya had found each other. She loved Toni- and Toni might have loved her- but it was only her brother and sister-in-law who had reunited?

Was that justice?

"And?" Edmund rolled his eyes. "I'm attracted to all genders, just as Sanya is attracted to multiple. It's merely a coincidence that we fell in love with the opposite gender. I understand that it's more frustrating and difficult for you- but you shouldn't compare, Susan."

"And it's not easy." Sanya added. "Your parents hate me because I have brown skin, and my classmates think Edmund is with me just to fuck me, because I'm an 'exotic Indian beauty'."

"Mum and Dad don't hate you." Edmund said- though, after a moment, because he hadn't been sure which part of the sentence to respond to first. "And- as beautiful as you are, and as much as I loved fucking you, I am with you for infinitely more than that."

"No, she's right, Mum and Dad didn't like her." Susan said- anything, anything, to push away the sick feeling of envy- and then looked surprised as the couple turned to her.
Edmund, too, looked surprised- while Sanya seemed torn between being dismayed because of the truth or being pleased at being proven right.
"I heard them talking."

"What?" What? They had told him they had liked her, that she was a pleasant girl! "What did they say?"

"Give me a moment." Susan frowned, as she tried to remember.

"Well, dear." Helen Pevensie sighed, as she rinsed the plate in the kitchen sink. "Our little boy has a girlfriend."

"So I saw." George Pevensie said, leaning against the wall, next to her. "Is it just me, or-"

"She's- an unexpected choice?"

"Yes. His having a girlfriend was unexpected in itself, but the girl even more so." He bit his lip, his blue eyes troubled. "I didn't say her name even once, because I didn't know how to- where is she from, again?"

"India, I think. But was adopted by a couple from here- a pretend child, you know, some call it."

"I don't understand adoption. How could the man and woman have cared for a child that wasn't their own?"

Helen shrugged, "Oh, but you know the rich old lady who lives in that big house a couple streets away? The woman was her daughter."

"Oh, old lady Rainsford. What happened to the couple?"

"They died." She said, her lips turned down. "Not sure how. And I doubt Senyah will be any help in answering either- she could barely get words out of her mouth."

"I know!" He sighed, and handed her another dirty plate. "When I asked her what form she was in, I thought we'd be in graves, Lord forbid, by the time she finished answering."

"And our Ed loves to talk." Helen despaired. "What did he see in her?"

"She's not even very pretty." George said, and then ran a hand through his blond hair. "I hate to say it, and I know looks aren't important, but it's true. She's far from a beauty."

"With that nose, very few people could be beauties, and she is not one of them." As she kept the plate away, she spoke again, "What if they decide to get married? She's not a Christian- and I fear she'll not want a church wedding-"

"That's still alright. If she cares about our son enough to marry him, I'm sure she won't mind converting."

Helen nodded, and they both were quiet for a few moments.
"If she converts," She began, very quietly, "they will certainly get married."

"That's the idea."

She looked up at her husband, some shame already in her brown eyes for what she was about to say.
"And they might-" whatever she had said next, was too quiet for Susan, listening at the doorway, to hear- but the words spoken after that, she heard perfectly, "what if our grandchildren have her colouring? The skin-"

"Stop." Sanya said, starting to feel nauseated. "Can you stop, please? I don't want to hear about my husband's parents insulting me and our children on my birthday."

Helen and George did have- had had grandchildren, and- even if Selene could have passed as being 'white', the same could not be said for Seraphina, whose skin had been near to the golden-brown of her mother's. And what about Jem, who'd been adopted, and not a natural child of Edmund and Sanya's?
What would that have meant, in how they loved the three children?
Her own parents hadn't been perfect- definitely not- but they'd fiercely loved and protected their grandchildren. They had not cared that Sanya had not given birth to Jem, or that Selene and Seraphina were half-Narnian- they had loved them, doting on them so much.

And her nose! She had hated her nose for so long, and she had always been in fits of insecurity about it- and now her husband's parents were adding on to that insecurity, and how!

Edmund's expression had grown angrier and angrier as Susan's story had progressed- but, at hearing that, he put his arm around Sanya's shoulder and tried to smile at her.
"Yes. You're right-" no one should have to hear that- on their birthday, or any other time- and he would have quite the talk with his parents when he saw them, "so I think we'll go, Su."

"Oh, are you sure?" Susan asked, her silvery eyes wide. "You could've helped me pick something for-"

"Sorry, our taste is abysmal unless it's about books." Sanya said, and Edmund nodded along. "I mean, his gift to me today was a pen-stand."

"And her gift on my birthday was this pair of gloves." He said, lifting up the hand that wasn't holding his wife's, showing the dark grey woollen gloves he wore.

She flushed, "I wanted you to stay warm."

"And I want you to stop losing your pens." He replied easily. She seemed to be in better spirits- he was glad. He couldn't believe that his parents had said such horrible things about his wife, and- unwittingly- children. "I'll get you a bookmark-box for your next birthday."

"I'll just give you kisses." Sanya retorted, as he pulled her closer. "That'll keep you warmer than anything else."

Edmund pretended to look thoughtful, "You know, I think you might be right for once. Perhaps my return gift to you will be the same, darling."

"Oh, just go." Susan flicked her hand at them, rolling her eyes. They were adorable, yes- but too much lovey-dovey-ness got on her nerves nowadays.
The irony was, if it was them witnessing such saccharine displays of affection, it would get on their nerves, too. They'd make faces at the other couple- or just bluntly walk away.
"You two are nauseating."

Edmund stuck out his tongue at her, and Sanya laughed, waving at her sister-in-law as she pulled her husband away.

"Did you really not like the gloves?" She asked, glancing at Edmund, once they had found themselves out of the market street, and onto a tree-lined path that would lead them to their forest. "I thought of getting you a book, but I got you that on the anniversary before that-"
Maybe his parents were right. Perhaps Edmund and she- that she wasn't- they weren't- suited to each other. She didn't deserve him- it could just be a matter of time before he realised that.

"I loved them." He assured her. "I was just teasing, wife. My last pair of gloves were hand-me-downs from Pete, and they were practically falling to pieces- you gave me exactly what I need."

She smiled.
"Good. I think I'll get you a hat on your next birthday-" She said, lifting her hand up to pull his hat off his head, and tapped it against his chest, "you shouldn't have to wear your school cap everywhere."
He really did wear it everywhere- but, well, everywhere didn't suit it.
Alright, she didn't like the hats. She actually made it a point to take them off his pretty hair whenever she could.

Edmund looked rather injured, "And what about the kisses?"

Sanya's smile grew.
"Well, why do you think we're heading back to our forest?" She spun around, now walking backwards, but still holding his hand. "I'll give you your birthday gift early, and get the return as well."

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Hayley Atwell as Helen Pevensie

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Tom Hiddleston as George Pevensie

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Jessica Brown Findlay as Jessie Denham

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Alice Englert as May Everly

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Ellie Bamber as Clarissa Spencer

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Shannon Purser as Priscilla Campbell

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Since, because of the time period, I couldn't make Sanya a comic book movie geek, she is simply only a comic book geek.
Also, Jughead Jones is also my spirit animal.
Loves to sleep, do nothing, and eat burgers? Me.
And, I've been part of #VeronicaLodgeHateClub since I could read, and will be so till I die.

Well.
We hate Sanya's dorm-mates now, right?
Well, to paraphrase a recent Netflix movie- teenage girls are psychopaths.
And I assume the feelings towards George and Helen aren't very affectionate, either?
Yk, at least with the girls, they don't like Sanya because she's surly and gets their dorm demerits. Like, they had reasons- silly ones, but they do.
With the parents, it's just racism.

And the girls knowing about sex- look, the more conservative a family, the more curious the child.
And- I know this is a weird thing to say, but Anne Frank knew about sex at the age of thirteen, during the 40s. Why can't these girls know the same at the age of fourteen/fifteen, too?

Also, poor Susan. She just wants to be herself. And have a few Balls and ornate jewellery, but that's part of her, so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️
Also, her attitude towards Edmanya's disgustingly sappy interactions is just. Mood. I mean, I adore them, but I hate couples.
Honestly, if I knew a real life version of them, idk what I'd think of them at all.

Next chapter on Thursday or Friday! I believe Edmund plays rugby in it 🤔 Definitely lives up to the name of 'Rugby Ed' as his name in the Pinterest board for this book is.

And, as always- I humbly and unashamedly ask you to vote on the chapters, and perhaps comment, too :)