Arthur... was still in bed, and more than happy to keep it that way for another spell. It was the day of graduation, and nerves were running high - not for the event itself, but for whether it would mean that, on the other end of this weekend, laid a trip back home ( Read more... )

Some of the help had brought in extra blankets during the night.

That had to be it.

Arthur, barely-waking, decided not to pay it too much attention. He was warm and comfortable, snuggling further into his covers: there was barely any light coming in through the window yet, so he wasn't expected up and in Father's throne room or out with the other ( Read more... )

So there had been a bit of punch, but not too much punch.

There were also still quite a great deal of people Arthur was leaving behind at the dance, but he didn't really care much for them to begin with. What he cared about was privacy, and he had some of that, now ( Read more... )

Arthur had thought he'd dealt with the Merlin problem before it got out of hand. If it was a Fandom issue, he was happily unaffected; if it wasn't, he'd have to sort out whose fault it was later.

He had absolutely no idea about what was going on elsewhere, or he might have been a little less slothful about dealing with the whole thing (which was ( Read more... )

The salle was not exactly in the cards, no ( Read more... )

He'd sent Francine a message the moment the idea struck; it was something for Support, after all, and Arthur wasn't going to flaunt around someone else's successes. There was little he could do outside right now, though-- at best, he could set off on a mission to chase the creatures down to their source later on ( Read more... )

Arthur came back from Reserves with a headache and a half and the rather urgent need to talk to Morgana about how pointless all of this was and by the way, the bloke she was being pointless with was an utter cunt. Add to that the fact that he was a bit concerned about Zack, and you had a splendid afternoon indeed ( Read more... )

Right. It was the day of another feast, and Arthur had already gotten his suit laid out ( Read more... )

It was morning, and there was an Arthur in his room, poking through some foods. He was a growing boy, it was winter, he needed a bloody lot of sustenance and he was going to get to that right now ( Read more... )

Arthur frowned thoughtfully at his Blackberry. Then at his copy of the school directory. Then back at his Blackberry.

It took him an hour or so to figure it out, but he got it eventually (and with only three messages sent to unwitting recipients, being Wiggin, A., Of Sandover, J. and Mitchell, J. (Faculty) (also one message to Kerrigan, S. which ( Read more... )