that’s the worst of girls

It's really very strange, finally sitting down to some of the media your reincarnate hails from. They're all brands of loud, aren't they? I'd very much like to hear what Percy Jackson might say, or perhaps even Harry Potter. Aslan knows Lord knows Edmund is loud enough about all his inconsistencies in the Narnia films. And let's not mention the things the internet has to say. Especially about his and Caspian's relationship. Blimey, I don't think I've ever blushed so damned hard in my lifetime. And he and Peter? Oh, it's completely nauseating.

I suppose it's the same for all of us, though, isn't it? Such a strange world we're in. It's actually rather mad when you look at it.

You can tell it's that beloved holiday season when all I'm good for is baking and squealing over black and white Christmas films. But alas, very few people share my affinity for Bing Crosby and monochromatic Hollywood gems. More for me then, eh?

Go on. What's everyone's holiday plans, then?

( The Pevensies + Tumnus )

I suppose this is long overdue. To be fair, of course, I was only 9 when Edmund came round. I highly doubt any of you would have enjoyed the company of a 9-year-old. Unless you're an estranged nonce.

I'm not too clear on the details of what I should say about myself here, so I'll make it rather short and sweet, shall I? Basically, my name's Edith Hunt, he's Edmund Pevensie, from the Narnia stories, and I'm really very excited to be here. I've met a few reincarnates that have run through Oxford, but they're few and far between these days.

Other than that, I do a fair bit of art and writing here and there, and I'm a student at Ruskin College. Exciting, I know.

( When I’m King of Narnia the first thing I shall do will be to make decent roads )