Long Live the King

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth || Merlin & Arthur

Merlin looked wide eyed at Arthur. “Are you even listening to me!?” He huffed out what was supposed to stay in his thoughts. “Leave! I’m feeling fine, physically at least.” He shrugged and rolled his eyes. Anything he thought just spoke. “It’s my mental state that I’m a bit worried about— and don’t say anything about that! I don’t need your snaky comments right now, Pendragon, I’m not in the mood for bickering I’m having a bad day! I’ve insulted somewhere around…around ten people and I’ve nearly told them about— What are you doing?”

Merlin would be grateful Arthur’s hand on his forehead shut him up later but for now he was more distracted by the pressure on his head. He pulled his head away and swatted Arthur’s hand away, frowning. “I’m not joking around, Arthur! And whatever this I really doubt it’s a fever, dollophead!”

He huffed and nodded to the supplies around him. “Get your cleaning things and leave. I’ve no time to bicker with you like usual and I honestly don’t want you around when I can’t seem to keep my mouth shut. I’ve got to think of someway to get to the either the dungeons or the infirmary without running into ten different people and spilling secret I’ve ever had. I don’t need to be telling anything to you either which will probably be how this ends up if you don’t get going. Or I’ll probably say another comment like the one about your eyes which, yes, they are nice. They’re a nice blue and it looks good on you. Most of you looks good on you you’re a very good looking boy but I’d never say that if I didn’t have” Merlin took a large sigh as his brain caught up with everything he just said. “I’m never going to be able to speak to you again. I’ll never hear the end of this.” He leaned his head back and started at the ceiling. This was painful. He wanted to stop, every fiber told him he needed to shut his big mouth but he simply couldn’t.

"Do you think this is a curse?" He asked Arthur, eyes not leaving the ceiling. "Do you think someone cursed me?" Merlin honestly couldn’t think of many people who would want to curse him, he hardly had any enemies. But, still, if this was a curse then this would have a way to be undone. A counter curse. He needed someway to—

His head looked forward and his eyes went to Arthur again. “Do you know a spell to make me stop talking? Not the saying what I think think, really, but more just…put me on mute.”

#dothismerlin-dothatmerlin #(sorry this is late and I've been absent #just moved back into the dorms)

He looked a little put off from the consistent nagging at him to leave, as if it were actually true. It dawned on Arthur then that Merlin's troubles were serious, at least they were to Merlin. Arthur himself still had a small smile tugging the corner of his lips, especially when Merlin said he had insulted people. Oh Arthur would have loved to hear that if it meant more fodder for teasing Merlin later. He shrugged as Merlin swatted his hand away, narrowing his eyes at the other, wow Merlin was serious enough to swat at him. Arthur was just as curious as he was confused about Merlin's odd behavior.

As Merlin told him to he grabbed his cleaning supplies and taking a few steps away, a sour look on his face. Merlin showing up had been the most interesting thing that had happened to him that day and now Merlin was ushering him off. Shaking his head as he took a few steps away before his feet stopped him. Merlin was still talking, the boys mutterings fast enough to be in an commercial, so Arthur looked back to him. Then he completely turned around broom and dust pan in hand, just watching the boy as he spoke on . Mostly about Arthur's eyes. The blond cleared his throat, looking at him like Merlin was some kind of bizarre creature for a moment before pressing his lips into a line and raising a brow.

"Secrets?" He asked as Merlin took a second to breath watching with an incredulous stare for a moment. "Perhaps we just shouldn't talk about this." Arthur narrowed his eyes again, the whole ordeal was a little too weird to Arthur now and joking about it might not be very funny.

"Though. Thanks." He replied shortly, he'd be more cocky about the compliments if it weren't for the nature of Merlin's regret in saying them. Okay, maybe that would be worth teasing him about, a small grin pulled on the boy as the confusion cleared from his face. "Though it would be a shame for you to regret speaking the truth." He jokingly pondered putting a hand to his chin and smiling at Merlin.

Until he mentioned a curse. Arthur's brows lowered and his jaw set. A curse used in ill will was no better than magic used for evil. Or perhaps it was a prank on the boy however Arthur had no clue who would cast such a thing on the other. "What type of curse? A babbling curse?" Arthur asked raising his brows. He didn't dismiss the idea, if Merlin was afflicted so that he would comment on Arthur's eyes then the other must be in a bind. Arthur met his eyes as he spoke again.

"Well there is the silencing charm, or the tongue-tying curse." Arthur pointed out with a thoughtful thumb to his lip. "Though what help will you be silenced? If you are cursed then we have to find out how and by what spell." He included himself in the situation, putting the cleaning supplies back and looking to Merlin with his brows raised, "I can mute you until we get out of somewhere so crowded I suppose?"

Stronger Than You Seem // Eleven and Arthur

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Arthur had taken to narrowing his eyes at the path, maybe Eleven was asthmatic and had an attack. Or tripped and fell. But no matter how hard he squinted he still couldn’t see a person on the ground or even headed his direction. A silence fell over the scene as his breath evened out and he stopped shuffling the dirt under foot. The type of silence that made the rest of the world slow down. Silence that was too silent, something was up. Arthur slowly reached for his wand, he had dealt with plenty of surprises in his time and they normally boiled down to defending himself from something crazy.

What he wasn’t expecting was what actually happened. While his reaction speed allowed him to turn around as he heard Eleven call out he was less prepared to be grabbed around the neck and forced to his knees.

With a strained laugh Arthur refused to go down, he braced his muscles against Eleven and grabbed a hold of the arm around his neck. With a grunt Arthur managed to get one foot on the ground, kneeling now with only one leg he pushed against Eleven. Fully aiming to lift the other off the ground and pull him over his shoulder to force him prone.

Not violent enough to hurt the lad, but rather to win the playful wrestle, as Arthur had control over holding back and not slamming the poor guy onto the path. Instead, if he could get Eleven over his shoulder at all, he aimed to plop the other on his back.

"You have some nerve! Ugh!" Arthur groaned running a hand over his jaw as if rubbing a place that had been hit in the tackle. "I have you know I’ve been trained to fight since birth." Arthur grinned to the other boy, bracing to engage in further rough housing.

Okay, so perhaps he should have thought that one out a little better. A boy whom had never so much as stepped on a bug if he could help it, versus a boy whom had been trained in combat. Right, Eleven. Nice one.

Eleven yelped a bit as Arthur went down and then flipped him over his shoulder, and his stomach churned as he couldn’t tell which way was up or down….until he landed on his back, and then groaned.

"Alright," Eleven coughed mildly, "…not one of my better ideas." Arthur was grinning down at him, however, and Eleven had the very distinct impression that Arthur very well could have killed him. Not that he had intended to. Oh no, Arthur was a decent guy….it was more that he had the capability. And that was the thought that left Eleven feeling a bit…hesitant.

Shoving the feeling aside, Eleven continued to cough, having had the wind knocked out of him when he had landed square on his back. When air finally made it’s way back into his lungs, he simply laid there in the grass, breathing heavily.

"Alright alright…truce. Truce!" He put his hands up in surrender. "You’ve got me…goodness, Arthur. If I had known you were trained, I never would have started up rough housing." Eleven gave his fellow Gryffindor a bit of a good natured laugh. "Shows you how much I know about fighting - and no….don’t say it. Everyone always offers to teach me, but I don’t want to know how to fight. I just got….playful, was all. Sorry.”

#marauderoftime #(It's okay! I've been busy too)

His expression went from grinning to a concerned furrow of his brow, perhaps he had been too rough. Arthur rough housed with some of his team mates but Eleven must not be the type. Or used to getting thrown around because as poor chap struggled to catch his breath he held up his hands and asked for truce. Arthur looked at him for a moment before puffing up his cheeks and offering a hand out to the boy. "That was me playing." He laughed a little, "Not very sturdy are you?" He asked hefting the other off the ground if he took his hand. He smiled bemused and gestured with a quirk of his head that he found it amusing that Eleven rambled on about him teaching the guy about fighting. He brushed off Eleven's shoulders for him, smiling wider and narrowing his eyes, sizing the other up. "We can't all be fighters." He shrugged, looking to Eleven with a certain curiosity, as if wondering the full extent of his character. Not wanting to fight was a noble idea, but to Arthur it was just an idea. "Besides I am sure you fight in your own way." He decided on, for not fighting at all meant laziness, and Eleven seemed to stand for something. For what he believed in, Arthur respected that.

He watched him for a moment before smiling and taking a few steps toward their destination, there were some trees beyond the pitch and Arthur headed that way. His eyes crinkled around the edges as he glanced at the boy, a certain light in his eyes that said he knew something he wasn't saying.

"Alright this project of yours... Who assigned it?" He asked curiously, looking up as if thinking back to the assignment himself. In honesty he couldn't remember ever having to turn someone into an animal, but he would love to know the teacher who gave out such an assignment. Perhaps he could take a class with them at some point and get such hands on teachings.

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Smouldering Ashes | Ten and Arthur

The pitch was officially off limits to students, not that that had ever stopped him. Ten simply waited until a quiet hour of the evening, when the investigation crews and professors had disappeared, before slipping through the cordon.

Since several days had passed since the blast, he was sure that any obvious clues would already have been picked up, but there was always a chance that someone had missed something. The pitch was huge and the culprits had yet to be found, and Ten wasn’t about to sit idly by and do nothing.

They’d blown up Jack, after all. This was now personal.

He was actually supposed to be resting in the infirmary, and he was staring to realise this as he picked through the rubble. Pausing for breath, he leaned gingerly against a section of the stands that was still intact - then realised that he wasn’t alone.

#tenthraven #ashes #yes good! thank you for starting!

The last few days had been a devastation to the boy for every reason possible. Almost everyone had been hurt, most of his friends bed ridden or injured critically. The bombing wasn't right, no one who was right would ever do something so chaotic. That's what it all was, chaos. Without a culprit without a mastermind just chaos. And Arthur had tried his hardest to rise to the occasion, dragging people from the wreckage to helping in the infirmary when he could, he was dedicated to helping the students and faculty around him who had been affected. But now that days had passed the signs of healing had started, magic was working cuts and tears to faint memories and the pitch itself was being cleaned up. There might still be a quidditch season, so he had heard. But even so there was still no closure on why the whole ordeal had started.

Why and who? Arthur hadn't gotten much sleep thinking on that, who would do such a thing after all? He had gone out to the green to think mostly, if he had saw anything he'd make sure it got to the right hands but he just wanted to see the damage without the chaos. He didn't realize he wasn't alone until he heard footsteps approach through the piles of wood and scattered remains of the stands.

Arthur stood alert as the student came into view, at least he wasn't in trouble, He cleared his throat. "It's bad out here isn't it.." He muttered, looking to the boy as he snooped around. "What are you looking for?" He asked quirking a brow.

If you got blamed for something you didn't do and were going to be punished, would you blame someone else to get out of it?

Depends on the crime. If it was something petty and Merlin were near by…

Though if it were serious then no, I wouldn’t frame someone not responsible. I would fight for my sake though, if I didn’t do it I would try to find out who did.

theblackknightofhogwarts

Someone Might Need a Medic | Open

It was hard to remember what happened. At first he was flying, and then he was falling, and now. Now he didn’t know where he was. All he knew was that his head was searing, his right arm felt like it had been ripped from its socket, and at this moment he couldn’t really feel anything from the waist down. Which he guessed was alright, considering that if he had been able to feel anything his would probably just be pain.

Blinking through the dust that was settling, tried to orientate himself, but it was all useless his ears ringing heavily from the blast of the explosion. Taking a shallow breath, his lungs now also added to the list of things that hurt, the young ravenclaw tried to cry out. but it was no use, his throat parched and dry. Swallowing what little saliva he had available Mordred tried again.

"Help" he whispered his voice not able to go any louder.

#theblackknightofhogwarts

The explosions rattled the whole quidditch pitch as they went off, and for a moment afterward there was a silence that settled in until the screaming started. The stands collapsed in many places trapping students under heavy beams of wood. For whatever reason Gryffindor wasn't so bad off, and Arthur suffered no more than a scratch. Which didn't matter anyway because he'd hop in even if his arm was broken. As the dust cleared from the scenes Arthur started to scour over the wreckage.

He had been helping Ravenclaw students and now was left to find those less obviously sprawled out on the grass. Huge chunks of wood lay thrown across his path as he hopped over and weaved through the maze of the collapsed structure. Listening carefully for any sounds he heard nothing. Passing just a few pases on the other side of a beam of Mordred Arthur walked seemingly by the other, over to a bit of the structure that stood remaining. In a feat of strength he jumped up, grabbing ahold of a low supportbeam and pulling himself up to look out over the wreckage more clearly.

Instantly his eyes fell on the student he almost completely missed, trapped under a beam. A really heavy looking beam. Arthur swallowed and called out to a few more people helping out around the area as he jumped down to joined them around the beam.

"Hang on, we're going to get you out!" He spoke to Mordred before counting down from three, the small group of them lifting the wood off of the young boy. Arthur opted to walk him to the infirmy and the other's dispersed, leaving Arthur to kneel next to the other. "Can you hear me? You're okay, you're fine, can you get up?" He spoke a little more gently now, looking the damage to the boy over. His arm was bent at an odd direction and he had no clue what damage was done by the beam.

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Alright I know I was on hiatus for awhile so! I am back! I know I owe Merlin one more reply but if I owe anyone else something please send me a message because I cannot remember!

I need to sleep now but I will get to them tomorrow!

Thanks guys!

#ooc #also gunna take some opens i guess tomorrow

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Black Milk of Daybreak || Bruce and Arthur

There was dirt in his fingernails and grass stains scuffing his hands and robes.

Bruce Banner could not recall crawling from the wreckage of the quidditch pitch he had fallen beneath, and even though he apparently had, he hadn’t gone far enough to be out of danger in the least. He could still hear screams all around as the structures fell to ruin next to him. His left leg was still underneath some smoking wood; Bruce was stuck smack in the middle of the pitch. Something red and viscous was running into his eyes, blocking his vision, and the fact that Bruce’s glasses were nowhere to be found helped him not a bit.

As everything around him crumbled and shook and fell, Bruce’s brain went around his body on instinct. His left leg was nothing short of shattered, the stuff blocking his eyes was coming from a long laceration on his forehead, his right arm from knuckles to shoulder was searing and stinging worse than anything (he could still hear distant crackling of flames out of his left ear that were most likely closer than he presumed).

Bruce brought his left arm up and clawed at the grass, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull his broken excuse of a body forward another inch. The Ravenclaw’s heart thumped wildly as hell surfaced all around him. Someone near him was moaning and screaming brokenly. It sounded like himself.

Bruce couldn’t move. He couldn’t stand or walk or crawl. He lie on the shaking grass, only able to feel the pain, his right ear ringing, his left picking up every shriek and crash and explosion. The person continued to scream.

#timebombteam #Sorry this is so late!#hhrp august prompt #hhrp montly prompt

As soon as the explosions went of Arthur had vaulted into action. Having barely been caught in the blast he ended up with nothing more than a cut to his shoulder. It wasn't even that deep so Arthur immediately did the only thing he figured he should, helping those he could to get out. It was a mess. The worst mess Arthur had been in, people were hurting all around him and the game he was enjoying so much had ended in the worst of ways. First he did what he could at the Gryffindor stands but there were too many healthy helping the few that were not.

Quickly he found himself darting around the pitch and carrying people to the infirmary. Or helping people out of the wreckage who were stuck. Anything he could do he tried to do it. His heart was pounding in his ears as he was now running toward an unrelenting scream. He could spot many bodies laying around in the wreckage of the Ravenclaw stands. Zigzagging between them he grimly shook them and helped them up sending them off toward the infirmary. The screaming came from just barely outside the collapsed section of the stands. A student remained half trapped, his leg trapped underneath a broken beam, his arm on fire.

The other took no time in hoping through the wreckage to the screaming boy, quickly suffocating the fire with his robe he doubled around to the other's trapped leg. Planting his feet in the ground once he got there and lifting the beam with a strained holler. The physically demanding task causing beams of sweat to form on his forehead as his breathing quickened and he stepped to the side until the beam based Bruce's feet and he was clear to drop in onto the ground.

"Hey? Hey can you hear me? You're going to be okay, can you stand?" He asked frowning and wiping some of the blood away from Bruce's eyes.

Stronger Than You Seem // Eleven and Arthur

Continuing at his running pace, Eleven circled around to another entrance that was around the curve from the entrance Arthur was heading towards. It was far enough around the curve that Eleven was certain Arthur would not see him, nor have any idea where he had gone.

Once Eleven was within the pitch, he immediately stopped, catching his breath as quietly as he could as he slowly made his way around the inside of the pitch to the entrance that Arthur was more than likely waiting at. His lungs burned, but the grin never disappeared from his face as he paused, seeing Arthur through the entrance, looking back and forth and running a hand through his hair, confused.

Oh this was going to brilliant. He would show Arthur what he was known for - Eleven may not be the fastest, or the strongest, or even the most impressive in physicality, but all of that didn’t matter as long as Eleven was smarter than his opponent.

Giving himself just a little longer to catch his breath, Eleven paused at the inner portion of the entrance, crouched just a little, eyes gleaming and fingers twitching. Just…a little…longer…

"Surprise!" Eleven jumped out from the entrance, wrapping one of his arms around the older Gryffindor’s neck and attempting to wrestle him to the ground.

Arthur had taken to narrowing his eyes at the path, maybe Eleven was asthmatic and had an attack. Or tripped and fell. But no matter how hard he squinted he still couldn't see a person on the ground or even headed his direction. A silence fell over the scene as his breath evened out and he stopped shuffling the dirt under foot. The type of silence that made the rest of the world slow down. Silence that was too silent, something was up. Arthur slowly reached for his wand, he had dealt with plenty of surprises in his time and they normally boiled down to defending himself from something crazy.

What he wasn't expecting was what actually happened. While his reaction speed allowed him to turn around as he heard Eleven call out he was less prepared to be grabbed around the neck and forced to his knees.

"You have some nerve! Ugh!" Arthur groaned running a hand over his jaw as if rubbing a place that had been hit in the tackle. "I have you know I've been trained to fight since birth." Arthur grinned to the other boy, bracing to engage in further rough housing.

#marauderoftime

Detention for two || Arthur and Merlin

Merlin rolled his eyes and shook his head at the image of Arthur and his mother having tea and gossiping about him together and how’d she send him off with a cookie and a smile. Then later she’d tell Merlin about what a sweet and handsome boy Arthur was and how Merlin should bring him around more often.

They would get along famously. Then again, though, his mother got along with just about everyone as long as they were polite to her and, really, Arthur was a prince. He may be a prat to Merlin but when it came to sweet parents he was probably an angel.

He shoved his mop forward. “Hunith.” He told Arthur. “Her name is Hunith.” He paused in his mopping then smiled and continued. “And, yeah, we’re pretty close. She’s all I have, after all.” With Arthur he didn’t sound very close to his father but he did have Morgana. Those two were close. And as a royal sort he probably had other people helping to take care of him as a child For Merlin it was really only his mother taking care of him while growing up. Something Merlin thought she deserved an award for since he knew he was no easy child.

Merlin shook his head. “My mother’s a muggle. My father was the one who had magic, at least that’s what my mother tells me. She met Gaius through my father and after…” Merlin paused for just a moment before continuing, “After he left Gaius stayed in touch with my mother and stepped in to help with me when times got hard. But Gaius is the only connection to the magic world I’ve ever had. I grew up in the muggle world. My mother had a hard time keeping my accidental magic hidden, though.” Merlin looked up to grin at Arthur, a bit of mischief in his eyes.

Merlin was curious about the information Arthur shared about his father. He supposed he could see how one could see magic as evil… if they were some sort of religious nut or something maybe. Of course maybe Arthur’s father was a religious nut. He didn’t know the man. Still, Merlin simply couldn’t grasp how anyone could see it as anything less than amazing. And if this man thought that this magic was evil then what would he think of Merlin’s? “He let you go though.” Merlin pointed out. “So does he still think it’s evil if he let you come here?”

#dothismerlin-dothatmerlin #slowly gets to replies #sorry guys I've been tired and busy

"Hunith." Arthur repeated soflty after Merlin had said it, he pursed his lips and nodded once, as if approving of the name. He tried to picture it he really did. He only had one parent growing up as well but he didn't have any lack of people in his life otherwise. He had close friends and Morgana, as well as nannies and the like. Though he could relate on the utter gap missing a parent left in a child's heart, so he listened quietly as Merlin further explained his family. He smiled a bit as Merlin mentioned accidental magic, snorting after Merlin had finished talking.

"Accidental magic?" He looked to the other his eyes wrinkling in amusement, "What did you pick up a stick one day and caused supper to float?" He asked amused, wondering how Merlin could possibly stumble upon his magic. Maybe he was cleaning with a broom one day and it sprung him into the air. Either image caused Arthur to chuckle under his breath as he cleaned. This kid was something else! Arthur just got a letter in the mail, he had no real idea he was capable of magic, his story made much less sense.

"I have no clue where my magic comes from." He plopped his mop in the water and rinsed it off before plobbing it back on the floor. He narrowed his eyes into the darkness of the room, they were just about clean really but Arthur could just see some of it that had spilled under a shelf. He crouched down and shoved his mop underneath the shelf before he continued. "Both of my parents are muggles." He furrowed his brows as he spoke, out of both trying to see the rest of the mess and the confusion around what he just said. He had thought about it before, where his magic comes from. "I figured I wasn't any sort of magical until I got my letter awhile after Morgana." He shook his head and stood up, leaning now on his mop as he deemed the mess cleaned. At least besides what Merlin was already mapping.

"I wouldn't call it allow, I had to talk him into it." He filled up his cheeks with air and let it all out with a woosh, leaning back and looking ahead of him for a moment. He was not about to go into that conversation, it was one of the nastiest disagreements he has had with his father to this day. "I convinced him if I learned how to control it then it would never be able to be used against me." He spoke now as if he were annoyed with the conversation, thinking back on that conversation and the many they've had in between really put a damper on his mood.

He rose his brows and looked over to the boy with a slight frown. Before letting go of the mood and continuing onto something else. "Can't say I regret it though, I never thought I'd ever call myself a wizard." He snorted, looking to Merlin with amused eyes once again, "It doesn't feel quite right but magic never continues to amaze me." He drummed his fingers on the wood of the mop an reached over to pick up the bucket of water, "We still have to get to our other tasks, this is clean enough."

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five shades of red

#ok last ooc tonight

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Merlin High School AU: The Breakfast Club

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it is that we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is… A brain. And an athlete. And a basket case. A princess. And a criminal. Does that answer your question?

#yesss #ooc

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"Rose. Long time, no see."

"I want to say something I’ve never said to you before. Thank you."

Stronger Than You Seem // Eleven and Arthur

Perhaps looking back behind him was what was really slowing him down, but Eleven could have sworn that his long legs were always an advantage to him. This time, however, Arthur caught up to him with in a few moments, and was even passing him withing a short distance outside of the castle doors.

"You are such a show off!" Eleven yelled from behind Arthur, though he was breathless and smiling. People left and right were generally moving out of their way, some of them grinning at the chase, some looking like their heads were in the clouds, no doubt from the amount of work that classes seemed to be piling on lately. There was a call of Oi! Watch where you’re going! as Arthur ran straight through a group of 4th years, and Eleven laughed as he bowled on through right behind him.

Goodness this kid was fast. Eleven supposed that he must be, if he was to the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Why did he challenge a race to the athletic captain of the Quidditich Team again? Oh, right, because he thought Eleven thought himself as fast….what with all of the running he did.

Arthur was pulling away by this point, and there weren’t so many people milling about as they approached the pitch, so Eleven grinned devilishly to himself and veered off to the left of the entrance to the pitch, hoping to take Arthur off guard when he found that his pursuer wasn’t directly behind him.

Out of the things he was, Arthur was competitive, and there was no way he was losing to a tall thin beanpole like Eleven! Though he had to admit he was fast, even if he was behind him a few paces he kept up. And he kept at his heels. He heard Eleven call out to him that he was showing off to which he looked behind him and saluted the other. He might be showing off just a little bit. He heard a "Get him!" From somewhere and turned back ahead of him, no way not today. Arthur let out a guffaw as they raced through students and past the doors of the castle into the open.

Now all they had was the stretch ahead of them to the pitch! And Arthur stole a second to look behind him, there was Eleven though the boy seemed to be a few good paces behind him now, there was no way he was losing energy, no way. Not with the normal one hundred fifty percent of energy coursing through the younger's veins. But if Arthur was about to win he wouldn't complain, unless of course Eleven was holding out on him.

He passed through the entrance of the field and stopped, "Good race! Maybe next time I'll give you a head start." He said with an arrogant grin turning to what he thought would be the other catching up but there were no sounds of footsteps. As he fully turned he looked out over the empty path with a confused furrowing of his brows. Arthur scrunched up his face and looked around before turning around again.

He turned back to the path and jogged back a few steps, looking for him around the curve of the pitch. Did he disappear? Ditch him? Arthur huffed before running a hand through his hair, he didn't remember leaving him that far behind... He'd wait for a few seconds before heading back he supposed?

#marauderoftime

Stronger Than You Seem // Eleven and Arthur

It wasn’t unusual for someone to call Eleven mad - it happened quite often, as a matter of fact, and it never bothered him. Being mad was far better than being boring, and he gave his fellow Gryffindor a smile so big that his eyes squinted.

"Oh absolutely," he confirmed for Arthur, looking for all as if this was the best day of his life. "I am absolutely mad….never a dull moment with me, I’ll have you know." As they both left the hall together, Eleven leaned into Arthur and nudged him with his elbow, lifting a single eyebrow as he continue to look like this was the most exciting prospect of his life.

"I won’t tell anyone, but why don’t we have some fun while we’re out there? Say…scare a group of first years or something? See if you can knock over an entire tree? Or how high you can jump? See if you can roar so loud the people in the pitch come wandering over?" Eleven ran a hand through his hair, actually a little jealous that he wasn’t trying to perform this sort of experiment on himself. Then again, this is what friends were for.

It had been awhile since the last time that Eleven could say that he had had a friend like Arthur - someone willing to put up with his shenanigans, and to joke around with him for being a bit weird. Gratitude was perhaps a bit of an understatement.

"Being a lion…Arthur, it’s one thing to be a metaphorical Lion because of your house, but to actually be one?” Eleven’s long legs were carrying him perhaps a bit faster than he had intended, and he turned back to look at Arthur over his shoulder, the hint of a challenge in his eyes.

"Race you to the pitch?" Before he was even done with the question, he had taken off down the corridor towards the main doors of the castle, his lithe limbs carrying him surprisingly fast as he weaved around the other students in the hall.

#marauderoftime #(i feel the broness too)

For some reason Arthur Pendragon couldn't shake the feeling he was getting dragged into something far more than the normal wizarding world craziness. Maybe that's because Eleven was mad, and Arthur had no idea what a mad wizard was capable of. But something at the back of his mind told him he wasn't just a madman, he was mad brilliant. Though of course that couldn't be right, he was about to turn Arthur into a lion. And while it might be for class he sure looked excited for it, a little bit crazy excited. Arthur rolled his eyes, "Well then between the two of us I don't think we'll ever have a moments rest." He shook his head looking to the boy with narrowed eyes and a brow raised.

After all trouble and adventure had a knack of finding Arthur, at least so far. And now it looked as if it were double trouble. Arthur could only imagine that being a lion would turn into fighting dragons or something completely outlandish. But all the same he followed after the boy listening as he suggested even crazier things for them to do.

"You're saying you want me to run around as a giant cat just to feed your insane ideas of fun?" Arthur asked raising both brows now, he clapped a hand down on the other's shoulder and looked him in the eyes as they walked, "Are you sure this is for a class because I don't remember ever having to do an assignment like this. Not to mention running around as a lion could get me hurt. What do you think wizards reactions would be to a lion roaring at them? Because I can't imagine it'd be all to civil. And what if they catch me? I am not getting put in a cage for the sake of you practicing your magic..." He continued talking, his voice was harshly critical but his eyes gleamed just a bit. He hadn't said no after all, even if this wasn't for class. Arthur would love to scare some first years. But that was the extent he wouldn't parade around as a beast that was just wrong. He opened his mouth to say more but Eleven spoke up before him and took off.

Arthur scoffed before giving a small smile and a short chuckle, never a dull moment indeed. He looked around for a second before taking off after the other. Eleven was fast, but Arthur was naturally athletic, catching up to the other wouldn't be too hard.

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth || Merlin & Arthur

It had all started after potions.

Everyone was packing and Merlin knocked over a pouch of porcupine quills onto the floor. He huffed and crouched to the floor to scoop up the pouch and retrieve a few of the quills that rolled out onto the floor. As he reached for the last quill he paused, something beside it catching his eye.

At first he thought it was a dirty galleon. He picked it up, ignoring the quill, and brought it close to his face to examine it. The markings were strange and ancient. Unfortunately, though, he doubted it had any real value. Perhaps it wasn’t a galleon but it intrigued Merlin enough for him to pocket it. He could look up to see if the markings were anywhere in his Ancient Runes book.

By the time he stood up with the quills packed away in their pouch again everyone had left. He thanked his luck that he had a free period now so that meant he wasn’t about to be late to a class then finished packing and strode from the room.

The weather wasn’t horrible and he hadn’t see Hagrid in a while so he had decided to go visit the half giant down at his hut. And he would have! Had he not run into anyone on the way.

First he encountered a Hufflepuff who was two years above him and looked as though he could break Merlin in half as easily as ripping a tissue if he wanted. He had bumped into Merlin and politely apologized and in response Merlin said what was meant to be ‘It’s fine!’ but came out as “It’s alright I mean it’s probably hard for you to dodge running into people since you’re just about the size of a barge.”

Merlin clamped his mouth shut and his eyes went wide. He hadn’t meant to say that. Yes, he had thought it but it was rather rude to say out loud. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say that!” He quickly blubbered out, “It just you sort of look like you eat steroids for breakfast and it’s sort of hard not to notice and I didn’t mean to say that out loud either a-and I really wish I’d stop talking because I feel like I’m just offending you and I’m also quite certain you could kill me if you wanted and I’m not sure if I could cast a spell before you attacked me but I mean I could always use—” Merlin bit his lip, determined to stop himself from saying anything else. He had to leave. “Bye!” he blurted then dashed away before his mouth could betray him again.

He glanced behind him after he was far enough away. What was wrong with him? It was like he physically couldn’t stop speaking! And he’d nearly blabbed out about his “accidental magic” to a complete stranger because of it!

He considered heading to the hospital wing. That, perhaps, he inhaled something in potions. He didn’t know what he could have inhaled but he wasn’t sure what else could have him rambling his thoughts out. He couldn’t remember anyone cursing him recently either.

Merlin ran into someone else when he wasn’t looking. This time it was a second year Gryffindor who Merlin found himself telling that her freckles looked like she’d been sprayed with orange spray paint and that her glasses were obviously crooked on her face. He attempted to apologize but she dashed away from him before he really could. After that Merlin began to try and avoid anyone at all costs. He ran into some people, though. He told a Ravenclaw that his robes were too short but he had nice eyes, he told another Gryffindor they smelt absolutely horrid and should take a bath, and he even ran into Morgana and manage to find himself blabbing about gorgeous she looked. And that wasn’t the end of it.

Finally, after running away from yet another insulted student, he pulled open a broom cupboard, threw himself inside and closed the door behind him. He’d made it about half way to the hospital wing and he’d already insulted about twelve people and nearly exposed his other magic to about seven of them. He was mortified and panicked. Every person he met he simply wasn’t sure how to stop the words from coming out of his mouth other than running away. If he kept this up he’d probably run into a teacher at some point and then he’d be in real trouble. And with his luck it’d be McGonagall or something he was sure of it.

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. Maybe it will wear off, he thought hopefully. If that was the case then he could just stay here and avoid everyone until he was better. Just so long as no one came into the cupboard he’d be fine.

However, the world didn’t seem to be wanting things to go his way. The door swung open and Merlin jumped away from the wall in surprise.

"Arthur!" He yelped at the familiar blond Gryffindor. Oh no not him. "What are you doing here? You need to go, I can’t talk to you right now!" Merlin held out his hands and backed up some, "If I talk to you I’ll start saying what ever comes to my mind and I won’t be able to stop it’s been happening all day! Well, actually, not all day just since potions and I really don’t understand why and it’s becoming such an issue. But the point is that if I talk to you I’ll go on and on and I can’t stop and I’ll just on and on and end up saying stupid things like how you’re probably one of the most arrogant prat I’ve ever met, but you already know that I’m sure, and you annoy most every conversation we have but I’ve also become very fond of you and consider you a sort of friend now and, really, most things I say about you aren’t really true I just say them because if I said something nice then I’d never hear the end of it from you and you know you’ve got nice eyes I figured that out one day and Arthur either you need to leave or let me leave, please, I cannot stop.”

#dothismerlin-dothatmerlin #(hope this is okay oxo)

The day hadn't been the best of days. It all started in the morning time, when the Gryffindor was woken up by some noisy first years running around the corridors. Only Arthur rarely woke up after other people, he was normally up with the sun and out doing whatever he decided, spells, practicing, jogging, what have you. Only today he had gone and slept through it, why did he do that? In the haze of his tired mind he remembered, he had an essay due! Now he hadn't been slacking off on it, no he had taken all the free time he had between quidditch practice and studying for the rest of his classes to do it. But writing about the defense against the dark arts and choosing but two different situations and spells possible had simply been too much to get done in a timely manner with his busy life. He threw the covers off himself and ran to his desk, flinging through the papers to find that it wasn't completed.

Though his luck didn't come back there, after taking a long moment to remember where he left off and finishing the poor abandoned essay the young Prince remembered yet another duty he had neglected. Again of course it wasn't by choice, he was busy and presumably asleep while he should have been doing it, morning practice. With a heavy sigh the boy grabbed the essay, or at least what he thought was all of it, and ran out the door. Breakfast would have to wait for Arthur couldn't be late to his own practice. Especially when he knew his team mates relied on him to keep their spirits up. He could hardly think of one person who wanted to be there early in the morning and it was up to him to set a good example. He had them doing extra training on the same days as their regular training. They had days off sure, but today wasn't one of them.

Once practice was over Arthur made his way to the main hall, he had just enough time to eat before going to his first class, and then he had a free period. He had decided it would be then that he could relax for just a few minutes. But then it was eating. As he finished his meal he decided to read over his essay, to make sure it was all in order and wasn't gibberish from writing so late into the night.

It was fine but the last page wasn't there! He had left it on his desk in his room. And class was minutes away from starting. With a exasperated laugh he got up from the table and dashed as fast as he could from one place to another. It's okay, free period was a class away. Then he could rest.

"You're late Pendragon." Of course he was, he just had to be late. He hung his head the rest of class and as he was leaving the teacher again addressed him. "You have free period next I believe Pendragon. Good, for your tardy you can clean up the class room."

Arthur chewed the inside of his lip and sent a glare to the teacher. This day just couldn't get worse. Perhaps if he cleaned fast enough he'd still have a minute to sit down. Though something nagged at the back of his head that said there wasn't ever going to be time that day. Not even a little. Either way Arthur had hope, he dragged himself out of the room to a broom closet. Slowly he opened the door with a tired sigh before once again his day exploded into activity.

Merlin was there, standing in the closet as if he had been scared there. He said Arthur's name but Arthur was hardly listening, his brain working through his confusion to catch up with the other's mile a minute slew of a speech. Did someone lock him in there? Merlin hardly seemed like the type of kid to allow himself to be bullied around. Not that Arthur would ever say that because he did live a little to bully the other. Harmlessly of course, but bully him none-the-less. Wait had he already started to tease the boy? Merlin had his back pressed against the wall with his hands up.

His expression soured, did Merlin hide in here just to call him a prat, "Now listen here I hardly have time for your idioti--" But Merlin talked right over him, saying he was fond of him and that they were friends and that Arthur had nice eyes. Speechless now Arthur's mouth just hung open a bit, oh he really wasn't ever going to let Merlin live this down that's for sure. He cracked a smile, amused now, for Arthur wasn't the one that had to tell the truth and he wouldn't say anything of the sort back.

"Oh I have nice eyes now do I?" He laughed for a short bit before standing back, "I have no idea what's gotten into you Merlin. Are you feeling well?" He asked with a bemused grin and a chuckle in his voice. "You can't stop talking? What's new there."

He laughed again clapping a hand onto Merlin's shoulder and pulling him out of the cupboard, "I am busy Merlin I have to clean up something. I hardly have time for your affectionate blathering. Not today." He pointed a finger at him and laughed a bit more, "I don't know why you're afraid of your own voice, normally you love to hear yourself talk." Arthur's smile faded a bit maybe Merlin was sick. He didn't have time for the boys jokes if he wasn't, with a small frown now he pressed the back of his hand to Merlin's forehead. "If you're joking around Merlin I swear..." His voice dropped and he glared at the boy, confused now by his 'friends' antics. What was he up to? He had to be joking right, Merlin would never say that sort of thing to him seriously.

Stronger Than You Seem // Eleven and Arthur

Eleven pounded on Arthur’s back to make sure he didn’t choke. “Erm….yes,” he lied. “Yes, it’s for a class. It’s the most fun thing I’ve ever needed to do for class, so you can’t deny me such a chance for learning and fun, could you? And I daresay, how could you possibly deny such an opportunity to become a Lion? Where’s your sense of adventure?”

Perhaps the young time traveler had been bored over the summer. Something about this prospect got him so riled up that he really and truly just want to jump on the opportunity immediately. “You’ve had enough food, haven’t you?” Eleven immediately shoved Arthur’s plate away from him. “Of course you have. Now. We need an open space, but someplace that isn’t going to get other students in danger when…well…you know.”

With that thought, he glanced at the various foodstuffs on the table and grabbed a couple of pieces of chicken. Digging through his bright blue messenger bag, he pulled out a container to put them in, and then shoved the entirety of it back inside. “Food for you. For later. Also, pretty sure I have clothes in this bag somewhere. You know…just in case….” He made a vague gesture to Arthur’s own clothes, making a slightly uncomfortable face, and then stood up abruptly from his bench.

"No time to lose!"