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"So Charlotte, tell me," the woman sitting by her prompted, "how are you feeling today?"
The girl sitting on a comfortable couch took a deep breath. She was slouched, with her gaze glued to her bracelet that her hand fiddled with. Her legs were tied together, aligned with her arms that were tucked close to her chest.
"My heart feels heavy," she replied softly.
"You seem like a very sweet girl, Charlotte," the lady continued, "I was really hoping to meet you and your aunt together, but I suppose that's alright. You're the focus of this session anyway."
Charlotte snorted to herself with a dry expression, not once meeting her eyes.
"Even if she was free, I wouldn't count on her to come."
"Can you tell me more?"
"Because she never listens to me."
"What do you mean by that, Charlotte?" The woman, whose name badge pinned on her casual work attire read Ms Prewett, questioned with a gentle tone.
Charlotte was silent, her thoughts heavily occupying her mind.
"She thinks I'm mental, that I've got my heads in the clouds." Her hands mimicked waves to exaggerate her point. "But I swear to you, I'm not at all."
"I believe you, Charlotte," Ms Prewett examined her referral, case notes, and psychiatric evaluation by a certified doctor, unfazed by the documentation.
Charlotte finally met her eyes, and relax her shoulder muscles.
"You do?"
"I see that you are a remarkable young lady," Ms Prewett flipped through the case notes in her hands, "you have quite an imagination."
"That's exactly what she thinks," Charlotte mumbled to herself, fiddling with her thumbs.
Ms Prewett placed the notes on the table by her chair. "I'd like to embark on this journey with you, Charlotte."
"You mean, you wish to know about Narnia?" Charlotte clarified, confused by her approach.
"Yes, I'd like to learn more about this place," her hands drew imaginary borders of a land, "perhaps, this place can help us discover more about you. Tell me more about this place."
Charlotte was at a loss for words.
"W-well, er, okay," she stammered, digging through her memories, "Narnia is... A whole universe created by the great Aslan. There are various landmarks, like Cair Paravel, where my parents ruled, the Shuddering Woods, the Lantern Waste..."
"Interesting, let's go back a bit, Charlotte," Ms Prewett waved her hand lazily, "You mentioned that your parents ruled a place? Called Cair Pavarel?"
"Paravel."
"My apologies," Ms Prewett quickly corrected herself, "Cair Paravel. So they visited this place with you?"
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Floating ||Edmund Pevensie FanFiction||
Fanfiction"How do you keep floating when you feel like sinking?" "If your heart feels heavy, you'd sink. Otherwise, you'd float." ***** [SEQUEL TO THE OFFSPRING] On Charlotte Baker's next expedition, her faith in Aslan will be tested as she sails with Caspian...
