anonymous asked:

Did you see that test on Pottermore about Patronuses? Any headcanon for the Pevensie's? :-D

Yaaaay I saw it (AND I DID IT) 

HEADCANON TIME *^*/

- Peter: a smol hedgehog, tiny and brave, always poking his lil nose against Pete cheeks

Originally posted by onegreenplanet

- Susan: a long sinuous snake, beautiful and wise, slowly winding around her arms

Originally posted by fallenfay-l-h

- Edmund: a majestic deer, smart and gracious, slowly walking by his side

Originally posted by idontfindyouthatinteresting

- Lucy: a leopard, fierce and curious, jumping everywhere around here and roaring to strangers

Originally posted by biomorphosis

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And let’s do the other ones (because I’m in a mooooood)

- Aravis : goddamn motherfucking gryffin, majestic and all, full-badass mode every goddamn time

Originally posted by karellyy

- Cor, a small black pegasus, peacefull and calm, quiet and walking by his side and enjoying sleeping with him

Originally posted by imforeverjustyours

- Corin, a big bear, all funny and fierce, never discreet

Originally posted by fridaybear

- Eustace, a small black cat, sleeping, cunning and purring all the time

Originally posted by stardustspeck

- Jill, an small cute owl, absolutely adorable

Originally posted by shrewdnessofseals

- Digory, a beautiful piebald horse, absolutely gorgeous

- Polly, a bat, cute and beautiful

Originally posted by orangemoons13000

Tadaaaah *^*/ 

Thoughts? 

What she says: I’m fine.

What she means: I understand the Chronicles of Narnia was at its heart a fairytale with theological analogies for children. But why did Lewis never address how they had to adapted to life on Earth again. Why does no one talk about how the Pevensies had to grow up with a kingdom of responsibilities on their shoulders, only to return to Earth and be children. Take Lucy, she was youngest and perhaps she adapted more quickly-but she had the memories and mind of a grown woman in an adolescent body. Edmund literally found himself in Narnia, he went from a selfish boy to mature and experienced man. He found a purpose and identity through his experiences to come back as just Edmund, Peter’s younger brother. Did people wonder why the sullen, sour boy came back, carrying himself like a wisened king? Did his mother wonder why he and Peter suddenly got along so well, why they spent so much time together now? And Susan, the girl of logistics and reason came back with a difference in her. She learned how to be a diplomat and ambassador, Susan the Gentle had to live to endure not-so-gentle circumstances. She had the respect she wanted, only to be just another teen girl. And Peter, he entered the manhood and maturity he so wanted. He earned the responsibility and stripes he yearned for. He learned to command armies and conduct the menial tasks demanded of a king to rule a nation. But he came back, appearing to be just anther glory-hungry boy. Not to mention the PTSD they must have struggled with. Especially Edmund. How often did he wake up in a sweat, screaming a sibling or comrade’s name? His parents believe it’s the war, but it’s an entirely different one he has nightmares about. How often did he have trouble with flashbacks and mood swings? And how many times did he and Peter sit over a newspaper or near the radio listening to reports on the troops. How often did they pour over lost battles and debate better strategies. Did their parents ever wonder why they seemed to understand flight war so well? How long was it before they stopped discussing these things in front of people? Why does no one talk about this??? 

“All their life in this world and all their adventures had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the GREAT STORY which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.” 

C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle, Book 7 of the Chronicles of Narnia

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Ever so often you could hear it; the bright sound of the young Queen’s laugh echoing down the halls. You’d catch a sight of her, dancing around barefoot in the garden with the dryads, catching sunlight in her hair – making it seem like it was made out of pure embers. It was the fire in her soul, they said. Her burning desire to protect the ones she loved: her family, her subjects. You could not help but to smile if you laid eyes on her, or even if you simply heard the sound of her. Her brightness was infectious. She was their sun, their Queen. She was Queen Lucy, The Valiant.