The Official Fanfiction University of Narnia

Disclaimer: Once again, Narnia - C.S. Lewis, OFUM - Miss Cam, Randomly Mentioned Fandoms - Random Fandom Creators. OFUN, Ellie, Ash & Anja - mine. Students - themselves.


Ellie couldn't remember hitting the wall, but as she swam out of unconsciousness, she realized she must have hit her head again something for it to hurt so badly. She quickly became aware of the fact that she was sitting, not amidst a pile of clothes on her closet floor, but rather in a deep snow bank, surrounded by a forest of dark trees.

Somehow, I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore…she thought with impatience. In fact, I don't even think I'm in Oz!

"Where am I?" she wondered, and started at the volume of her voice in the quiet forest.

"Hello? Are you awake?" Ellie scrambled out of the snow at the sound of another voice, and promptly hooked her foot on the strap of her backpack, landing, once again in the snow.

Her backpack? What in Aslan's name was her backpack of all things doing with her? She had been reaching for her jacket, not her pack!

"I'm sorry," the voice came again. "I didn't mean to startle you. It's just, I haven't seen anyone else around since the others went to go check out the distant light. You were out for a while, I mean, you must have hit your head on a tree or something.

The girl's rapid-fire speaking had quickly turned Ellie's light-headedness into a full-blown migraine, and she completely lost track of what her companion was saying after the sixth word.

"…you're the only one who was. Everyone else got a bit bruised, upon landing, I think. Landing on ice does that to you. But I stayed behind, in case you woke up. Good thing I did, since, well, now you're awake, which means we can go to the others. Isn't this exciting!"

Ellie managed to focus enough to concentrate her vision of the still-rapidly speaking girl, and found she was looking at a diminutive being not much more than four feet tall.

Is she a midget? Ellie wondered. Odd, because she looks almost like she could belong in Lord of the Rings. Almost like she's…

…a misplaced hobbit."

"Huh?" Ellie was startled out of her thoughts.

"Sorry," the girl said. "You were speaking out loud, so I finished your thought for you. I'm a hobbit. I think I accidentally got sent to the wrong continuum, but while I'm here, I might as well make the most of it! My name is Rosie. Rosie Took, many relations to Peregrin."

Ellie's head was really spinning now. "Wait, wait, wait…Rosie?" The girl nodded. "Okay, um, where are we?"

"You mean you don't know?" the redhead asked, eyes wide. Ellie shook her head.

"We're in Narnia, of course," Rosie said gleefully.

"Narnia?" Ellie whispered. "I think I need to sit down…" just as her knees collapsed, and she went headfirst into a snow-covered holly bush.


"Ash?" Anja poked her head into the course coordinator's office, and found her sitting at her desk poking blue, wiggly cubes into the mouth of the newest mini, Caspain.

"Come on it," Miss Ash sighed, and motioned to a chair. "Just…move the boxes over to the side. I'm still trying to organize in here."

Anja stepped over a rolled-up rug, then moved to the chair and shoved a small stack of boxes onto the floor, where they thumped down heavily. Her eyebrows shot up at some of the mess.

"I thought you were already unpacked," she commented lightly.

"Oh, I am," Ash vaguely replied. "This is just some extra stuff I have to find a home for. I forget how much stuff I really acquire sometimes."

"Mmhmm," Anja nodded. "Don't I know it. Is that a new dress you have?" she asked, motioning to the very different getup that Miss Ash had on. She had never seen a dress like that anywhere on Narnia, despite the fact it looked familiar.

"It's amazing what you find in some of these boxes, isn't it?" Ash shrugged, then popped another blue cube into Caspain's waiting mouth.

"What in the world are you feeding him?" Anja asked. "That stuff looks like blue Jell-O gone bad!"

"It's an...import." Ash paused for a moment. "They love this stuff, fresh or aged," Ash said with a shrug. "And it's something Valer won't touch, so our mini's food is safe from her."

"Yeah, it's just our shoelaces that aren't," Anja replied, suddenly glad that she had remembered to wear her zip-up boots that morning. "Which brings me to what I came to tell you. Well, one of the things."

Ash nodded. "Good, I could use something other than questions about when something is going to happen."

"Well, I just got a rather large airmail delivery of some bacon. Apparently, it's been specially prepared for mini-Balrogs, courtesy of the OFUM kitchens."

"As long as Gandalf didn't go anywhere near it," Ash shuddered. One time on OFUM's kitchen had been one time too many for her lifetime.

"And there's a note pinned to it," Anja continued. "It says, 'Hugs and Warm Wishes to Valer, from the OFUM staff and minis."

"That's nice," Ash commented. "A school-warming present. Hope they didn't mean the warm wished too literally though. Between a balrog and the dragons, I hope I have enough fire extinguishers. I tried to instill in their brains the meaning of only shooting flames around stone structures, but you know how they are. They have an attention span worse than fan writers."

Anja nodded in agreement. Her own mini, assigned as bodyguard and overall pet and entertainment value, Poodleglum, was far more difficult to train than any dog she had ever had.

"However," Ash continued, "they have caught on very quickly to the concept of inflicting pain on fangirls. I thought about trimming their claws back, in an attempt to preserve the upholstery around Cair Paravel, since they claw furniture worse than a cat, but I decided the effect that would be gained when they tried to land in a fangirl's hair will far outweigh any furniture-replacing costs. Besides, I think I might be able to write off the furniture as deductible."

Anja just rolled her eyes. "What is it with you and budgets? Between your deductibles and your insurance rates…"

"Hey, what can I say," Ash protested, "I'm the finance department, course coordinator, mini trainer, and Valen-knows-what-else all wrapped up in one neat package. Any questions?"

"Nope, not anymore," Anja said, and stepped over to the door. "Well, yes, just one. Are you sure that's not a new dress? Did you learn to sew or something?"

"Yeah, in all my spare time, right?" Ash jokingly replied. "You've seen it around, I'm sure."

"Yeah, I know I've seen it around, just not on you," Anja said. "What are you not telling me?"

"Anja," Ash raised an eyebrow. "Leave it. For now, at least. Could you get me a status report from the Welcoming Committee? I need to know how many beds to set up for medical purposes."

Anja nodded, then stepped out into the hallway, still pondering the somewhat cryptic behavior of the course coordinator.


"Wakey, wakey," a shrill female voice called out, and Ellie awoke for the second time, but this time on the hard wooden bottom of a sled. She slowly opened her eyes, then bit back a scream as her eyes focused in on two orange glowing ones staring straight at her, less than three inches away.

"Well," another voice piped up, this one sounding softer and slightly more soothing than the first. "It looks like Rillian's made a friend. He's so thoughtful, the idiot." The voice became more grating after that, and the animal the glowing eyes belonged to was snatched from his perch on Ellie's lap.

Rillian? Wasn't that what the mouse called the dragon that was in my room? Does that mean I'm still dreaming? Ellie shook her head, and the sharp pain accompanied by the starburst in front of her eyes made her think otherwise. Does this mean that this is really happening? I'm in another world? Narnia? What about home? How did I get here? Who are these people?

Completely overwhelmed, Ellie slumped forward in a dead faint. Jadis shook her head at the sight of the girl, then turned to the Green Witch. "We really must break her of that habit, mustn't we?" she asked.

The Witch's face turned up in a sweet smile. "Yes, I do believe so. This may be a way to redeem ourselves to Miss Ash, if we take on a joint project. Imagine if we could turn this girl around, toughen her up, really teach her valuable insights. She may prove useful."

"I completely agree," Jadis said with a smile, and directed the sleigh back towards Cair Paravel.


A/N: Well, I finally updated. Sorry that took me so long, everyone. I've been swamped with school, and frankly, obsessed with several other fandoms. Anyways, my apologies to all, and I hope to stay a bit more active with this from now on. I'm trying to plot something…let you know how it turns out.

Poor, poor Ellie. Looks like the girl has a bit of a fainting problem. And what are the witches plotting? And what is Miss Ash being so mysterious about? Extra brownie points to anyone who knows what the mini-food is (and it's NOT Jell-O).