So I decided to make this story kinda silly, unlike my other stories. Trying to write it otherwise didn't seem to be working well. Thanks for all the love you've been giving this story! I'm pretty sure having someone telling me to update within 12 hours of posting the first chapter is a new record for me lol.
Caspian lurked in the dark corner, immensely glad that the Pevensies – Peter especially – seemed to have forgotten about him in the confusion that followed Hermione's arrival. Several other Narnians had entered the room, all whispering to each other as word of what Caspian had done – or failed to do – reached them. Some of the more vicious animals were giving him almost approving looks, but most seemed pretty angry.
Susan insisted on doing introductions, afraid that Peter was going to be bigheaded and introduce himself as "the Magnificent" again.
"So this is my brother Peter, I'm Susan, my younger brother Edmund, and our baby sister, little Lucy," Susan introduced.
"I'm not little! Or a baby!"
"And Trumpkin –"
"Our dear little friend," Edmund interrupted.
"Seriously? You can't just let that name disappear," Trumpkin muttered.
"And… oh my, a lot of Narnians just came in. And everyone else. Say hi everyone else!"
"Um, can they talk?" Hermione said dubiously.
"Of course we can!" Reepicheep said. Hermione looked all around for where the voice came from. Reepicheep sighed. "Down here."
"Oh! He's so…"
"Don't say cute!" Lucy whispered fervently.
"Umm...Mousey?"
"Mousey? If you don't mind my asking, exactly what is that supposed to imply?"
"It... um... just that..."
"Anyways," Susan said, quickly changing the subject before Reepicheep could challenge her to a duel to defend his honor. "We're actually from another world. The four of us I mean. We got here through a wardrobe the first time, and this time we were called by a magic horn which I had gotten the previous time by Father Christmas."
"Father Christmas?" Hermione said incredulously.
"Really, you can believe the rest of it, but that's the part you're shocked by?" asked Edmund wryly.
"So where are you from?" Lucy asked cheerfully.
"Um, England…" Hermione said. She was surprised that the four siblings seemed to recognize that.
"Us too!" Lucy said happily. "Oh and that must mean you're not some evil Witch after all because there's no magic in England! I'm so happy, because you seemed so friendly that I didn't want you to be a witch."
"Er…" Hermione trailed off. "Yeah, definitely not an evil Witch." She quickly made sure her shirt was covering her wand in her back pocket.
"Yeah, witches are the evilest creatures in Narnia," Edmund added. Hermione was very glad she wasn't wearing her school robes. The humans all were armed and it looked like the only creatures who weren't armed were the ones that probably didn't need weapons to hurt her.
"Well, you can't figure out if someone's evil by what they're born as," she said hesitantly. A minotaur roared in approval.
"You can in Narnia with like, 90% accuracy," Susan said, sounding very smart.
"How'd you get that statistic?" Peter asked with a frown.
"Shh! I made it up," Susan whispered back.
"Well, then you can't assume that all witches are evil," Hermione concluded.
"Naw, witches are always evil," Edmund said.
"You're generalizing," Hermione insisted.
"No, I'm not,"
"Yes, you are. And if witchcraft is so evil, how is you travelling through a wardrobe and using a magic horn okay?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms.
"That's not witchcraft, that's magic," Peter explained condescendingly, as if she had asked a silly question.
"Same thing," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"No, it's not."
"Yes it is."
"No"
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Oh, do be quiet," Susan sighed. "It's difficult to explain."
Hermione frowned. She hated it when people thought she wasn't able to understand something.
"Try me," she challenged. Everyone awkwardly looked at each other.
"You don't know, do you?" Hermione said triumphantly.
"Okay, but witches are still evil," Edmund insisted.
"No-"
"Please don't start again!" Susan cried out.
"Why do you even care so much about proving if witches can be good or not? It's not like you even knew magic existed before 5 minutes ago," Peter said, rolling his eyes.
"Er…."
"And it's not like you've met any witches to really understand just how evil they are. Trust me, I should know. I accidentally trusted one once, and have regretted it for the rest of my life," Edmund said, suddenly serious.
"Um… but that's just one..."
"And why do you even care about what our opinion on witches is anyways?" Susan asked rhetorically. Peter than frowned, trying to actually think of an actual answer to the rhetorical question.
"That's actually a good question. Why in the Lion's name do you even care about witches?" he asked.
"Um, ah...What lion?"
"Wait… don't tell me you're so defensive about this because you are a witch!" Edmund said, his eyes suddenly wide.
"What?!" Hermione said, scared.
"The spell was meant to call up a witch…. Did it just call up the wrong one?" Susan mused with suspicion in her voice and eyes.
"But I think she's nice!" Lucy protested. "And witches aren't nice."
"The White Witch deceived Ed by making him think she was nice. This one could be tricking us too!" Peter said, pointing at her accusingly.
"Um… well you said yourself that there's no magic in England, and since I'm from there, that must mean I can't be a witch!" Hermione said, trying to use confusing information to trick them into believing her. There were some unsure mutters. Hermione hoped that if they were unsure, they would at least err on the side of believing her.
"Wait, is that a wand in your back pocket?!" Reepicheep asked, having scurried around behind her.
"Witch!"
"Traitor!"
"Help!"
"Human!"
"Witch!"
"Attack!"
"Shut up!"
"Witchcraft!"
"Evil!"
"Sorcery!"
"Stop or I'll cast a spell on all of you!" Hermione bluffed, pulling her wand out. She knew she couldn't actually come up with a good spell that would stop all of them, but they didn't know that, so hopefully they wouldn't actually attack.
"Attack her!"