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โ€ข chapter eight



Sarina knelt beside a wounded centaur, her hands steady as she wrapped a bandage around his injured leg. Just as she finished and prepared to assist another, she noticed Susan approaching, a basket of herbs in her arms.


"Hey," Sarina greeted, looking up.


"Hey." Susan replied, handing her the basket. "Here are the others."


"Thank you," Sarina said, smiling at her cousin. "No, thank you." Susan insisted.


Sarina tilted her head. "For what?"


"For saving them," Susan explained, her gaze serious. Sarina frowned, puzzled. "What do you mean?"


"It was you who urged them to retreat when Peter hesitated. If it weren't for you, there might be even more wounded. Or worse, we might have had to leave some behind to escape."


Sarina smiled softly. "I may not be a Narnian, but they've become my friends in the short time I've known them. Still, I regret not stopping Peter when I knew it was a suicide mission."


She sat down, placing the basket on her lap. Susan joined her, and together they watched the Narnians working diligently to tend the injured, fix broken weapons, and support one another.


"If you think you're at fault, then I am too," Susan said. "I'm his sister and one of the Queens of Narnia, yet I didn't stop him."


"You did try," Sarina reassured her. "You reasoned with him. It was Peter who didn't listen."


Susan nudged her arm playfully. "If you don't want me dwelling on it, then you shouldn't either."


Sarina chuckled. "You got me there. No more dwelling."


After a moment of silence, Susan's gaze flickered to Sarina, then away, her expression suggesting she had something on her mind. Sarina sensed the hesitation in her cousin.


"Is something wrong?" Sarina asked, breaking the tension.


Susan appeared to weigh her words carefully before taking a deep breath. "Do you have magic?" she asked suddenly.


Sarina almost jerked her head toward Susan but managed to maintain her composure. "We're in a place full of magical creaturesโ€”"


"I saw you earlier," Susan interrupted. "During the raid, you pointed something like a stick at Asteriusโ€”or maybe the gateโ€”and it got stuck. If the gate had kept closing with only Asterius holding it, he might not have made it."


Sarina fell silent, her eyes fixed on a dull patch of rock ahead. Susan continued, "Then, when you helped the Narnians, you swung that same stick, and a red laser-like thing froze the soldiers in place. You pointed it at Miraz, and he laughed so hard we managed to escape. So tell me, Sari. Answer my question: Do you have magic?"


Sarina managed a weak smile. "You're really perceptive, you know that?"


"Yes, and now answer my question."


With a sigh, Sarina nodded, confirming Susan's suspicions. "Yes, I do have magic."


A look of relief washed over Susan's face. "Why are you hiding it?"


Sarina leaned back against the wall. "Because I'm a witch," she whispered, just loud enough for Susan to hear.


Susan's eyes widened, and she stood up abruptly, scanning Sarina's face for a sign that she was joking. But Sarina's expression was serious, and Susan sat back down, her gaze distant.


"How?" she asked.


"When I was eleven, I received a letterโ€”" Sarina began, but Susan interrupted again.


"Why are you starting to tell a storyโ€”"


"Shh," Sarina urged, "Just listen."


Susan nodded, and Sarina took a deep breath, ready to explain.


"As I was saying, when I was eleven, I received a letter. It was delivered by Professor McGonagallโ€”"


"That old lady? She's a witch? โ€” I'm sorry, please go on," Susan interjected, apologizing after receiving a glare from Sarina.


"As I was saying, without interruptions, please. When I was eleven, I got a letter from Professor McGonagall, who is indeed a witch and the Deputy Headmistress of my school. I know you're curious about the school, Susan, but I'm getting to that."


Sarina could sense the questions bubbling in Susan's mind, but thankfully, her cousin remained quiet, allowing her to continue.


"Mother is a Muggle-bornโ€”that's someone with no magical parents but has magical abilities called. My father is a pureblood wizard from a traditional magical family. They met at Hogwarts, a school for wizards and witches in Scotland. Most magical people in England go there. Mum attended that school, as a muggleborn student. She met my father, they fell in love and had me. Unfortunately, their love story didn't end happily. My father can't marry Mum because she is not a pureblood. I was conceived out of wedlock, mum said that my father fought for his surname to be passed on me. Despite me being his illegitimate child. He still tried to help my mother take care of me. He eventually got married to the ones his family arranged for him, and now I have one half brother from him. Is everything clear, so far?" she asked Susan who nodded her head and urged her to continue.


Susan nodded, encouraging her to continue.


"When a child turns eleven, their magical core is fully developed, and that's when wizarding schools around the world send magical letters. The one I received was from Hogwartsโ€”the boarding school my mum warned me was strict but perfect for me. It's the most magical place I've ever been, but now that I've discovered Narnia, it's a close second." Sarina chuckled. "I packed my bags and spent three whole years there. The school has four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. I was sorted into Ravenclaw, and everyone there are witches and wizardsโ€”well, there are magical creatures too, like centaurs and hippogriffsโ€”but I don't think they can compare to Narnia's vast array of beings. This world is infused with magic that lingers in the air."


Sarina watched Susan's face, gauging her reaction to this revelation. "And that's the backstory of Sarina Silvermist, a Ravenclaw witch and Hogwarts student, currently on an adventure in a different world with her royal cousins and a prince."


She let Susan process this information for a moment before her cousin asked, "Why didn't you tell us?"


Sarina chuckled softly. "We're bound by secrecy. We can't reveal anything to Muggles that might raise questions about our existence. Honestly, I was just hoping the Ministry of Magic couldn't track me all the way here. If they do, the moment we return to our world, they might come knocking on your door and drag me off to Azkaban, renouncing my rights to magic, or worseโ€”expelling me from Hogwarts." She shuddered at the thought.


"And after what you've told me about the White Witch, I didn't think it was wise to reveal that I'm a witch. The Narnians might think differently, and I'd rather not die a painful death. I want my end to be peaceful."


Susan furrowed her brows. "You're not her, Sari. I know youโ€”not just the witch part of you, but you as a person." She placed her hand over Sarina's. "You're a good person. You saved so many Narnians. They know that."


Sarina smiled, warmth blooming in her chest, and embraced Susan tightly. "Thank you, Su. But let's keep this between us for now. I'll tell them when I'm ready."


"Alright, whatever happens, I'm on your side in this, okay?"


Their heartfelt moment was interrupted when Edmund, Peter, and Trumpkin came running toward them. Confused, Sarina and Susan exchanged looks as Edmund yelled, "Come on, hurry! A squirrel said Caspian is reviving the White Witch at the Stone Table!" 


Sarina's eyes followed him with a confuse look present on her face. 


"A what now?" 


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A/N: Just to clarify, Sarina's mother passed away during the height of the First Wizarding War. As for her father, he's unable to bring her to his manor due to Pureblood prejudices. That's why, when she's not at Hogwarts during the holidays, she often stays with her Aunt Helen and Aunt Alberta. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you for reading! 


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