Fairytale?

Chapter 2- Shadowy Copse of Solitude

I am, as it is bliss to be,
Still and untroubled. Now, I see,
For the first time, how soft the day
O'er waveless water, stirless tree,
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"No, silly girl, no." Edmund shook his head, and Sanya threw a leaf at him. "Jules Verne did not invent science fiction."

"That's what Ms. Potts was saying!" She said, scratching at a cluster of pimples on her forehead. "With Journey to the Center of the Earth-"

"Actually, his first novel was-"

"Ed!" Sanya cut him off, half-annoyed and half-laughing. "Stop being an ass and tell me what the right answer is. There's only so much I can research in the library, I tell you the librarian hates me-"

Edmund had to shake his head at that, "How can anyone hate you?"

Something seemed to wilt in Sanya for a moment.

They were killed not half a year after you abandoned them, by forces you might have saved them from. If only you had remained with them.

Her children.

The dalliance with the Faerie Queen.

The Sphinx. Laash.

The faerie.

A few of the many reasons to hate her.

"B-because," She forced herself to come back to normal, before Edmund could realise what was happening, "because not everyone is you- and you, my darling, look at me with le vie ane-"

"La vie en rose."

Sanya bit her lip, "Say some more things in French."

Edmund laughed- it had been a fairly recent development, how much she liked it when he spoke French. He'd never spoken French in Narnia, as far as he could remember- he wasn't even that fluent in it, but it somehow really excited her.
"Just stick with the English, Moonshine. French class still not going well?"
To be honest, French wasn’t his favourite subject, though he spoke it well enough- but it was much worse for Sanya, as it was a difficult language belonging to an entirely new world that she was having to study. She was already bilingual, and a third language was simply too much bother.
Not that she had expressed that bother to him- but he knew her well.

"Ugh." She groaned, and threw herself against the grass, flat on the ground. Not even Edmund speaking French would keep the horrible emotions inside her at bay. "Nothing is going well! Nothing! I've been in the Headmistress's office two hundred and thirty-six times in the past fourteen months! Half my classmates refer to me as mud-girl when they think I don't hear! And I almost got stabbed with lacrosse sticks because I brought the most adorable adder baby to breakfast-"
She hadn't wanted to complain to him. She always did her best to keep her- grievances about her new life away from Edmund, or anyone else, choosing to push them in a deep, dark corner of her mind instead. That corner of her mind was getting rather crowded, being chock-full of her old issues as well- but it was still better than dumping it all on the people who cared about her.

"They call you what?" Edmund's eyes were wide- and furious. "What the fuck?"

"It's not the worst thing they call me. Or the other coloured students in the school." Sanya replied, looking away from him for a moment. There were only three other people in the school who were not 'white'- a Korean-British girl in third form, and two black girls, one in second form and one in upper fourth. There had been another girl- from China, she thought- but she had graduated the last year.
She had never spoken to them, and none of them had ever made an effort, either- but there was an unspoken, silent, passive camaraderie between the four, regardless.
"Did you hear about the adder-"