I'm discovering my love for Narnia and fanfiction. So, I'm back, at least I hope for a very long time. With school, life, and everything else, I might not be able to write long stories or even a proper short one, so I came up with 'Drabbles'. 'Drabbles' are, quite simply, drabbles about everything Narnia which might suddenly comes to mind. Here is my first one, written during my IB exam week. I hope many more will come soon and I hope all of you will R&R my story. Thanks again!

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Eustace Clarence Srubb was sprawled in a hard armchair by the window. Outside, the fields of Experiment House was blurry in the dreary rain that had been pouring down lazily for more than an hour. It was five o'clock in the evening and this corner of the common room was empty. If it was last year, Eustace would not even be allowed in here, but after the old Headmistress and Them had been taken care of, it was safe.

With a huge text book in his hands, Eustace yawned hugely, 'Bother Latin' said he, 'Why do we need to know Latin anyway?'

'Because it will help us pass our exams' replied a voice, in a very reasonable tone. It was Eustace's friend, Jill Pole, who, with a similar volume in hand, was sitting on the floor with her back to the boy. Unlike Eustace, Jill looked very concentrated on the text in front of her.

'I don't understand any of this rubbish' grumbled Eustace. He flicked the book aside, 'I'm going to fail and I can't say I care very much!'

'It's not that hard, Eustace' sighed Jill, closing her own copy of 'Basic Latin for Secondary Students', 'Here, I'll help you'

'Pole, this is useless. I'm never going to understand this in time for the exams and my parents are...'

'Oh bother, you are useless' cried Jill exasperatedly, but not unkindly, for she was the sort of person who liked school and enjoyed making other people like it as well. She stood up, turned around and picked up Eustace's book. She flipped through the pages with her brows knitted together, biting her lips and with a very determined look in her eyes. Finally, she stopped at a particular page and pushed the book back to Eustace.

'Here,' she pointed to a section on the page, 'Read this part. It's very useful and you'll get it in no time. I'll help you with the writing later'

'What would I ever do without you, Pole?' said Eustace, amazed.

Jill slid back down to the ground, rolling her eyes. 'Don't talk rubbish, Scrubb. You can manage fine on your own. You just don't believe you could and then you would snap back to your old beastly self again'

Then Jill, with her back to Eustace, reached out for a piece of paper and pen. With her text book opened before her on the floor, she began scribbling intently on the page. A pause ensued. Then, after Jill had written five nouns in Latin, the silence was again broken.

'Pole?'

'Yes, Scrubb?'

'I'm glad it was you who went to Narnia with me'

The sound of pen scratching on paper suddenly stopped. There was silence for a few seconds, until finally...

'Um...thanks, Scrubb'

'You're welcome, Pole'

Then, the sound of pen on paper started again. Eustace, unseen by Jill and any other person who might be in the common room at that time, smiled satisfyingly to himself as he finally started reading.

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