Don’t You Ever Find Yourself Talking About How Much Edmund’s Life Changed After He Was Manipulated

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Y/n, sees someone doing something idiotic: Oh god what an idiot.

Y/n, realizing it’s Cedric: Oh no that’s my idiot.

Consider the Weasely Twins just messing around and deciding to create a silly toy that makes everyone who touches it get a weird accent for half an hour. George finds it hilarious and it’s carrying it everywhere. When they get captured by Voldermort everything else is taken away from them except for the toy that seems harmless

And then there is Voldermort in their dungeon giving his monologue before he kills them . Fred thinks that since they would both be dead soon anyway they might as well go out in style so he grabs the toy from George’s pocket and throws it at Voldermort

The Dark Lord is unimpressed and goes straight for the kill:

“Afada Kefadra…..”

“Afada Kefdara…..”

Voldermort is baffled as to why he suddenly can’t pronounce his favorite spell. He tries a non verbal spell but even in his own mind he can’t seem to do anything but think in a ridiculous accent. And then he suddenly becomes very well aware that he can’t currently do magic and he is locked in a cell with two teenagers who are at their physical prime while he is a shoddily constructed body courtesy of Wormtail. Long story short the Weasely Twins kick the shit out of Voldermort

At breakfast table

Ravenclaw: I need someone to borrow their homework for me to copy

Gryffindor: You? Homework? I'm confused why haven't you done yours?

Ravenclaw: I got busy last night with a research on the European monarchs and tracked their families down until 1576 or so and forgot the homework

Hufflepuff: Why on Earth would you -

Slytherin: Don't you dare to get them started. *hands over the homework*

I’m rereading The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and I forgot how much fun it was! love Reepicheep and his constant longing for Aslan’s Country, to the point where he’s willing to die for it; his tendency to always want to do the honorable and knightly thing. (I find all the “bother Reepicheep” comments pretty hilarious, it’s like whenever he opens his mouth they’re forced to agree with him because he makes everyone else sound cowardly and dishonorable in comparison) And then there’s Caspian, always caught up between being king and being a boy, Lucy and Edmund enjoying everything in general and feeling so at home, Eustace annoying and being annoyed by everyone before Dragon Island—I specifically love his diary entries—and those little moments that you don’t get as much of in the other books because usually there’s some kind of important quest or war going on... like hearing them talk about what it will be like to fall over the world’s edge: Reep is thrilled by the idea, Eustace is understandably confused (“are these people flat earthers?” lol) and Caspian just wants to go to a “round like a ball” world which is apparently only a thing in fairytales.

Once is Always

The first day back in England, every one of the Pevensie children managed an extravagant fall. 

Their legs are shorter than they should be, but they can’t say this out loud. 

Weeks go by. Eventually, they all relearn how to walk. 

But there are other, stranger things they can’t relearn. 

Like how:

Lucy is eight. 

Lucy is twenty-three. 

She can’t remember how to be small and unimportant, or how to play children’s games. Fifteen years in another world have left her used to being listened to, relied upon. The horrors of war are far less frightening than the horror of ignorance, of tiny uncalloused hands. Or waking in the night remembering the culture, the world she left behind.

Like how:

And Susan is twelve - nearly - thirty.

With small children of her own under her care. She can’t forget the feel of them growing inside her. 

She can’t unlearn the way her ears are always listening for them. Years later she is still celebrating birthdays for people who live only in her memory, only knee high. At night she’d kept awake wondering about the strangers she gave birth too. 

So she keeps trying to forget.

For the boys it is different. But not better:

Peter is thirteen and full of anger. The adults call it puberty. The adults don’t realize the shadow in his eyes is the same shadow in the eyes of returning soldiers. High King Peter, with so many lives under his command now commands nothing, and knows nothing. Responsibility and questions weigh on him. 

But Edmund wakes up one day and realizes that after so many years no stranger can ever go to war with him about a child betraying his family for roses and sugar. His worst mistake weighs only on his mind now. And somehow, it’s this small silver lining that lets him pull their family back from the brink. He is no longer the broken one, no longer haunted by a child he no longer is.

Even so.

The Pevensie’s are adrift in a world of smoke and debris, and the rolling empty countryside. The war here is not fought with swords and fangs, but gas, and fire from above.

A fate worse than death is not being turned to stone. 

There is no Lion coming at the eleventh hour to save them all. No lion except the one they carry inside themselves. 

And that would have to be enough. 

So each Pevensie found a way to matter, to change, to save. 

And a little bit of Aslan crept in around the corners when they needed him most. 

There was a snap and a growl to Lucy her mother had never seen. 

A spine of unyielding stone in Susan. 

A soft listening silence in Edmund. 

And in Peter a flash of fang, and reckless hope. 

The Pevensies are not in Narnia. 

So they took part of it with them. 

Every time I wrote your name, I lied. Every time I wrote your name, it was the truth.

1.Clarice Lispector | 2.Nickie Zimov | 3.Warsan Shire | 4.Pablo Neruda | 5.Madeline Miller | 6.Nickie Zimov | 7.Madeline Miller | 8.Vincent van Gogh | 9.James Joyce | 10.Nick Lantz | 11.Ocean Vuong | 12.Nickie Zimov | 13.Richard Brautigan | 14.Keaton St. James 

“why are you sad?” i ask myself

“because i want to experience love. what is it like? why are we so scared?”

“i suppose we’re waiting for when it’s safe. when we’ve gotten to a place mentally that it’s ok to let someone in”

“sometimes i feel like this wait will be never ending, for maybe i won’t ever feel like we’re ready for love”