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Could I reserve Bucky Barnes? :3

You certainly can!!

[theonceandfuturelion]

Detention for two || Arthur and Merlin

The day came to a close reluctantly, Arthur rather do anything then have the school day end, even if that meant extra hours in Herbology. He'd do it to avoid detention. But punishment is punishment and he deserved it. It was almost six and Arthur padded heavy footed to where his teacher had told him to meet her. There she stood, with the smart mouthed twat who lead him into this mess with his attitude. Not that Arthur wasn't to blame, he did throw a punch after all, perhaps this wouldn't be such a terrible time after all. If anything this Merlin kid had his interest, to be so valiant against him! The guy had guts that is for sure.

Arthur looked up only to see the boy was already there, it's like he wanted to please the teacher. Or perhaps it was to beat him in something. Either way Arthur hardly had time to walk up before the teacher started talking. "Now boys. I am very disappointed in your behavior in my storage room! You've right done and trashed it." She crossed her arms with a deep frown. Arthur swallowed once at the tone of her voice  glancing to Merlin. "So you will be cleaning up your mess that you made." She looked to both of them with absolute resolution. Taking a step back she revealed a bucket of water and two mops.

Arthur took a step forward to grab a mop but the professor stopped him with a clearing of her throat. With swift and harsh motions she pulled out a piece of paper. "I also have assigned you both to scrub out my students cauldrons, sort my vials alphabetically, and dust both my classroom and the store room. Understood?" She asked raising her brows and leaning forward a bit as she did so.

Arthur nodded looking a little shocked at her list of chores. Chores. He had to do Chores. He expected writing a sentence over and over or something. He looked now over to Merlin to see if the boy was just as regretful as he was. With a groan he grabbed his mop, rolling his eyes at the boy he was with and grabbing the piece of paper as she offered it to them.

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Camelot Detective Agency | Merlin & Gwen

Gwen had been noticing a strange occurrence happening on the fourth floor right near the stained glass of Richard the Rambunctious. A quill had fallen out of someone's bag and within 2 seconds it had sunk into the ground before she could say something to them. The student hadn't even noticed it had gone missing, but Gwen was sure that something had happened. She tested it with a bit of spare parchment and watched it do the same thing.

Students crossed over that same spot every day, but it wasn't like the trick step on one of the staircases. It appeared this one only had a certain radius and was activated by certain other means. If you stared at that corner hard enough, it didn't look as solid as the rest of the ground. That gave Gwen a headache though so she didn't try again. 

She tried to figure out where the items were going, but they just appeared to vanish. Maybe someone else could help her solve this mystery.

[hoggywarty-hogwarts-rp]

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Oh look at that, I've been impaled | Merlin and Mordred

Waking up for the young Ravenclaw came in stages. 

First there was the coldness, brushing against the side of his cheek, biting tis way through his sweater, and finally ending its tirade by creeping into his socks and chilling his toes. He didn’t remember the dorm room being this cold, but maybe the fire had gone out or something. 

Then came the feeling of solidness as it pressed up against his side. There seemed to be rises and falls in in its pressure and there wasn’t any softness to it. Which was weird cuz he considered his bed to be very very soft, just ask anyone.

Then came his vision. Hazy at first, but when everything started to sharpen   he could make out the tan color of the surface beneath him, and the silver of… wait a second. Was that a the foot to a suit of armor? No that couldn’t be the foot to a suit of armor. There wasn’t any suits of armor in the dorm room.  But maybe he wasn’t in the dorm room?

Blinking the final bouts of of whatever it was that made him feel like he drank too much firewhisky Mordred righted himself hoping that the change of orientation would bring much needed clarity, and you know hopefully answer the big question as to why was he just sprawled out on the ground in an empty corridor, next to a 12th century suit of armor. 

With a sword sticking out of his chest. 

Well that was new. 

Looking down at the crimson rose spilling out  from the edges of the metal sword Mordred tried to piece together that the hell had happened to him. 

It was like he was just walking down one of the hallways minding his own business and out of nowhere the suit of armor comes to life and impales him. Like it was cursed or something.

Feeling around with his hands tried to pull himself up, but was instantly met with a bout of dizziness. He'd lost too much blood already, he could tell. Leaning his head back against the stone wall the young ravenclaw breathed deeply, gathering himself for the onslaught of pain he expected to come as he yelled for help.

"Help me, please someone help me" he called out, but instead  of out loud like normal the voice came naturally through his mind.