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👬The Pevensies👭
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"Got your things packed?" Charlotte's aunt, Aunt Jill, lazily asked, sipping on a cup of tea.

"Yes, Aunt Jill," Charlotte replied, setting all her books into her backpack.

"Right, now girl," Aunt Jill eyed her narrowly, "forget all the fantasies of that Narina place and whatnot-"

"It's Narnia," Charlotte corrected her.

"Whatever!" Aunt Jill huffed an irritated sigh, "it is totally useless and full of fairytale nonsense."

Charlotte remained silent, choosing to ignore her words. She did not particularly like her aunt, but she had nowhere else to go. Aunt Jill was her legal guardian until Charlotte herself grew into an adult. Until then, she was stuck with someone who thought of her as inadequate for having her head stuck in the clouds.

She could understand that Aunt Jill was grieving her sister just as much as Charlotte was grieving her mother, and father separately, and that they were dealing with their grief very differently. Hence, she remained silent. But she disliked how Aunt Jill was practically forcing her to give in to this idea that Narnia was a fantasy.

"And all this nonsense is dissociating you from reality," Aunt Jill continued with a condescending tone, "if you go on believing in such fantasies, I may just need to take you to see a doctor."

Charlotte shook her head to herself. Her Aunt Jill was just oblivious to her own grief. For what it was worth, dreaming about her fantasies made her feel hopeful.

"I'm leaving now, Aunt Jill," Charlotte snapped, swinging her backpack over her shoulder and grabbing her briefcase.

"Listen to me girl," Aunt Jill insisted, "the earlier you accept it, the less painful it is when you realise all of it is not real."

"Goodbye, Aunt Jill," Charlotte rolled her eyes, walking out the door.

Charlotte sighed to herself, blinking back tears to avoid being seen as vulnerable by the neighbours. She knew she was getting older, but she knew it was real. It was literally the story of how her parents met. It was not possible to simply rewrite the way you met your significant other. She refused to believe it was all false.

She hoped every day that she would one day venture into the realm of Narnia, but with every passing day, it seemed to be fading as if Aunt Jill was right. She examined the bracelet she had inherited from her mother, and reminded herself that she believed Narnia was real.

She had her arms crossed all the way as she travelled to the train station, mentally preparing herself to face a new life in a new school in Finchley.

Just as she was walking down the stairs, the sound of punches and shouting snapped her out of her thoughts and brought her back to reality. With her standing in a crowd, she frowned and tried to push her way through the crowd, only eager to get to the platform to wait for the train. She had no interest in seeing the commotion. But then, as the scene unfolded before her eyes, she stopped in her tracks.

Directly in her view, she saw a tall boy with fair hair being held by two other strong, buff boys, while their friend punched him fiercely in the gut. The victim was wearing a Hendon House uniform, which indicated to her that they were going to nearby schools. The other boys wore different uniforms. She was horrified by the scene before her, and looked around her to the crowd, astonished to realise that no one was going to help the poor boy.