"I honestly hadn't thought about it in that way," she said, cupping her chin in her hand. All her thoughts had been about how hard it had been to come back from the wonders of Narnia to the horrors of a second world war, and the difficulty of being an adolescent after having ruled with her brothers and sister. Having a second chance wasn't something she'd thought about often. "But we were lucky to have been brought there. It only happens very rarely, and never when you're trying to go."
His explanation was fascinating. "I think you mean the Prime Minister," she corrected, as he went on. "And you... hide in plain sight, then. What's a memory charm? And how do you even meet people if you're all hidden away?" She had so many questions. It was as if a little bit of Narnia were existing side-by-side with the London she knew.