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Lucy sensed them a just seconds before they arrived. She was walking along a street in London when she felt the familiar pull of magic. She thought, perhaps, that she was imagining it but automatically turned into the alleyway without a second thought. She stopped and waited expectantly for a second before there was a soft 'pop' and a group of people twisted out of the air.
1 Aslan's Blessed
Lucy sensed them a just seconds before they arrived. She was walking along a street in London, thinking about Narnia, when she felt the familiar pull of magic. She thought, perhaps, that she was imagining it as part of her daydream but automatically turned into the alleyway without a second thought. This magic was good, she could feel it, and so she felt quite safe going toward it. She stopped and waited expectantly for a second before there was a soft 'pop' and a group of people twisted out of the air. Much like the dryads could do with leaves or petals, though they usually preferred to stay solid.
The group was obviously a family. There were three adults and two children. A tall man with unruly black hair and grey eyes was holding on to a young boy with the same untamable mop with hazel eyes while a red haired woman with hazel eyes had another boy, also with black hair and ice blue eyes. There was another woman with them probably related to the blue-eyed boy. The black haired man and red haired woman were obviously married and the hazel-eyed boy was their son while the other boy and woman resembled each other.
The man muttered something and she saw a tiny silver streak disappear round the corner behind him.
James
I was surprised to find upon arrival a person in the alleyway where we apperated and Dad immediately sent a patronus to call for help. She's small, just a girl but she seems older. Like an adult trapped in a child's body. It appeared she had been waiting for us or, at the very least, expecting us. She's looking at us with an excited expression and a small smirk on her face.
"What are you?" She asked.
Not who are you, not where did you come from, not did you just use magic just "what are you?" This girl really is strange.
"... Not a dryad, you don't look anything like one, obviously not a centaur, not hags, you're not ugly, too small for a giant and quite frankly they are too stupid to do magic anyway, not a star, wrong kind of clothing, not a dwarf, too tall and you don't seem like sorcerers. Therefore you must be witches and wizards."
I stared at her dumbfounded. She knows too much, Mum or Dad will have to obliviate her. There is something else there as well though; behind the excited look she seems to be calculating something, sizing us up almost. She shouldn't be too much of a problem though, it doesn't seem like she would be much of a match for two highly qualified wizards.
Lucy
I watched them closely with a small smirk. They seemed shocked at the extent of my knowledge. They thought I was a regular human. Unknown to them I've been testing the magic around them while distracting them with pointless chatter and now have a basic idea of what each one is capable of. They are all competent enough but I'm sure I'll be able to handle whatever they send my way and if the person they've sent a message to is anything close to them in power, I won't have trouble with them either.
There was another 'pop' and an old man appeared. He was tall with long grey hair and beard. His blue eyes were covered by half moon spectacles perched on the end of is long nose and was wearing brightly coloured robes. My head snapped in his direction at once and I stood for a while, holding his gaze. He was a lot more powerful than any of the other wizards there and I would have a little more difficulty if he tried anything, though I'm still pretty sure I'm quite safe.
I can tell that the old man is surprised at my size but he can probably sense the little bit of power I was using to check their abilities. I can't blame him though, they'd probably thought I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Dumbledore
To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. This girl is the very one I was going to come into London later to see.
The family is interesting, they all appeared on my list in red ink, right at the top. Red meant that the students had an unusually high magical energy. The only other people like that were. James Potter, Sirius and Bellatrix Black, Lily Evans, Severus Snape, Molly Weasley, Alice Prewett and Frank Longbottom. All of these children were different, they had been marked for Hogwarts since they were small but when a group of children, some over Hogwarts age, suddenly pitch up on the list in the brightest red ink that I've ever seen, it is a strange thing indeed.
This girl is only ten but she's controlling her magic, hiding some of it maybe, because if she shows up that bright red on the list, I should be able to sense more power from her. Then there was the fact that she was expecting the others when they arrived. Anyone who knew how to sense magic could tell a few seconds ahead when someone was going to apperate, but that's very advanced magic that hardly anyone knows.
Sirius
He was just standing there looking at her. It wasn't even as if she was that pretty. Okay she was, but she seemed too old for her body. It was creepy; she was looking at Dumbledore as if she was his equal, maybe even slightly superior to him. Everyone I know, even if they don't like to admit it, respects Dumbledore.
Lucy
"James, Sirius, I see you've met your year-mate, Lucy Pevensie" I scowled as he spoke.
There was something slightly familiar about him. He was similar to Dr Cornelius and the Professor, and what did he mean year-mate? I go to an all girls' boarding school. I put on my most royal attitude, the one reserved for Telmarine and Calormene delegations who won't listen and said one word with as much authority as I could muster: "Explain."
Andromeda
Who did this girl think she was ordering Dumbledore around? And he just smiled at her! I am grudged to admit though, that she was very commanding, almost like a queen in her whole demeanor, regal and noble.
"You are one of Aslan's Blessed Ones are you not?" he asked. She narrowed her eyes and he spoke again, "Rainstone said something..."
At the mention of this she paled, spun around and was gone. We dashed out of the alleyway, only to see she had disappeared down Charring Cross road.
Lucy
As soon as I heard the name I was gone. It was all I needed to confirm my suspicions.