I don't own either Narnia or Hogwarts. If only I had the imagination and expression of C. S. Lewis I'd be rapt (or J. K. Rowling, I suppose) but I don't. I don't plan to make money off this either - and that goes for all chapters.
If you have questions, please ask and I'll try and address them in later chapters.
There was no room for a silhouette in that glorious, rich light, tinted faintly green by the leaves of the trees.
No chance for concealment: their figures were revealed and duplicated in the quiet pools at their feet. One, small and thin and wiry, gasping for breath, even though he'd have caught it in a moment without panic: there was so much here. Another, tall and hard and cold, seemed about to faint. And another - nothing spectacular about her - spoke to the boy, and that was all that was noticeable about her in that moment.
The other three just stared blankly.
The horse lifted his head and presently began to eat the grass; the annoyed man stared around him in wonder; the scared man shrank back in fright.
Where was he being taken? he asked. They didn't know, they said.
The boy suggested another pool, in a low aside to the girl. She pointed at the next one instead. No, it was that one.
None of them knew which one it was, really.
So they picked a pool and jumped in. Unfortunately, the lady was not left behind.
The water, as it closed over their heads, seemed to distort everything, until you couldn't see what it had been like.
Or was there really water?