3.

Edna had not realized how dangerous Narnia was until the attempt of a bear to attack Lucy. Well, putting it in perspective Edna would've never go and talk to a bear just because. Maybe the Pevensies were the real dangerous ones.

No, they couldn't. They had been nothing but kind with her.

"You're always moving your glasses." Peter told her.

They had been walking through the woods, following Peter now, since he had bragged that he knew his own kingdom just like the palm of his hand. They've been walking for hours and Edna was longing for a pair of tennis shoes. Lucy's slippers were uncomfortable for hiking, yet none of the Pevensie's boots had fitted her.

Her feet were hurting and God knew how much she needed to take care of them. Even if she didn't know if she was ever going back to Manchester.

God, she hated to bother other people, that's why she didn't like being with people. She didn't want to complain about it, didn't want to ask for a break.

That's when the fidgeting started.

She had thought that if she was at the front of the group then she would see in the distance their final destination, eventually, and it would motivate her to keep going. But there was nothing to see, only bushes and trees and Peter.

"Oh" She left her glasses alone "I didn't notice. It's like a tick." She sighted "Mother doesn't like when I do it."

She saw Peter hesitating.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Your mother sounds like a strict woman." She could tell that he didn't mean it in a bad way, but merely an observation.

"And you are very observant, aren't you?" Edna smiled with awe.

"Just about what I'm interested in." He said after clearing his throat, but soon realized how that had sounded. "Not that I'm interested in your mother...or you glass..." He made such a funny face that Edna had to cover her mouth to laugh. "You know what? Let's leave it at I am observant"

Edna controlled herself.

"Ditto" She murmured to herself, knowing how improper it was to speak in such expressions.

They kept walking for a few minutes more, in silence. Edna could hear Trumpkin's steps behind them and near behind, Peter's siblings.

"So, you are a ballerina?" Peter was talking again? Why was he talking again? Didn't he know how bad she was at talking? She remembered he didn't. He hadn't known her before Narnia.

"Yes." She tried to answer as short as possible.

"And a student?"

"Yes" she asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"But you're not, like, a professional ballet dancer, are you?" He frowned.

"Well, of course, I am a professional one. Why?" She had asked him because the look in his face showed pure perplexity.

"Because..." He didn't know where to start "I know that to become a professional in arts or sports takes a lot of effort and time." He shook his head and started moving his hands around to make a point "So does being a student. I was finishing my last year of high school and I've heard college gets worse" He turned to her "How old are you anyways?"

"Seventeen" She answered.

"That's my point. What're you going to do when you get to college?"

"Well, I was thinking in majoring in something related to Economics, just like my mother" She answered innocently.

Peter stopped for a second and looked at her raising his eyebrows, as if she was mad.

"Dear Aslan." He said before walking again and shaking his head in shock.

Edna stood there, for a few seconds, now her brows furrowed. She started walking again, quicker, to catch up with Peter.

"Peter," she called him "I don't think I understand you. What's the problem?"

She was almost jogging to keep up with his long steps. Peter blinked and shrugged.

"I just..." He shrugged again "I mean, I respect your opinion, but if all your time is spend in studying and practicing, where's the time for living?"

"You mean free time?" She asked him starting to understand what he meant "Why would I want free time when what I need is more time to do what has to be done?" She finished, and just as she did she realized that it sounded kind of wrong.

Peter raised an eyebrow at her and kept walking. She decided to stop and wait for the other Pevensies, they didn't interrogated her as strictly as Peter.

Trumpkin passed by her.

"You're a bit ambitious, don't you think?" The dwarf said without stopping or even looking at her.

Ambitious? She wasn't ambitious. She just had to be perfect.

By Aslan's mane, Peter did have a character. First, he had returned Edna looking a bit down, then he had started arguing with Trumpkin, later he was being mean with Susan, and finally he hadn't believed her. Only Edmund seemed to be willing to listen to her.

Lucy had seen Aslan, she hadn't imagined it.

She knew Peter was in a lot of pressure, he had to solve all that was wrong in Narnia the last hundred years. He was the ancient High King, after all. Still, Lucy felt miserable as she gave the river her back. Edmund and Edna where there.

"If it helps," Edna said toying with her glasses over her nose bridge. "I have several drawings of a lion on my sketchbook."

Lucy and Edmund look at each other. Then she turned to Edna.

"I'd love to take a look" She replied.

The sun was going down; their group had to camp that night out on the woods. Lucy saw Edna sitting at the other side of the fire, her arms hugging her legs and her chin resting on her knees. Lucy would've given the girl a penny for her thoughts.

Narnia was to Lucy her real home. So, she was worried how it felt for Edna, to appear in it one day. Did she feel comfortable? Lucy wanted her to feel comfortable, a guest should always feel comfortable at her house. Lucy stood up and went to take a sit beside her.

"You are okay?"

"Yes, Thank you." Edna said without moving.

"You sure?" Lucy didn't want to be pushy.

"It's just that..." Edna started, her voice echoing the fire's cracks. "I've never slept out of my house before, even less out in a forest"

"You're parents never took you to camp?"

"My parents..." Edna hesitated "They don't really leave together...if you know what I mean." She didn't look embarrassed, but sad.

Because of the way she had said it, Lucy knew that Edna's parents had not been separated for the war. Lucy's had, so maybe by saying so to Edna she would feel more comfortable around her. So, she did.

"Really?" Edna asked her head no more resting on her knees. Lucy didn't know what took over Edna, but for once she didn't do the older girl flinching or fidgeting as she spoke up her mind "I don't really like this new tendency in parents, about separating. They don't know how much harm they inflict on their children"

"Sometimes is inevitable, Ed." Lucy shrugged "Like the war."

"But it's not like a war is separating them" Edna shook her head.

Lucy frowned.

"It does." Lucy nodded "That's why my parents are far away from each other."

"Because of the war?" Edna's legs fell to the floor. Lucy nodded. "You mean..." Edna narrowed her eyes "the Cold War?"

Cold War? Lucy didn't understand.

"Iraq's?" Edna tried again.

"I mean World War II, Ed" The 11-year-old said.

Theoretically, Lucy was young but she was well informed about the war with Germany.

"Oh," Edna nodded understandably, but frowned again, that had been like 40 years ago "Oh?"

Edna scratched her head and arranged her glasses.

"Lucy, you live in Finchley, right?" Lucy nodded, Edna was starting to act strangely. "In 1984?"

"In 1943, Ed." Lucy responded suddenly understanding what was happening.