The week was already a wash. Of course, that meant the island was working its best magic to make sure it got even worse. All over one of his best shirts, for that matter.

Arthur would have been more angry about it in any other week. This week, he had finally grudgingly accepted that a) Merlin was very confusing and b) so was life in general, and ( Read more... )

The... singing with Dinah and Zack had been bad enough yesterday, and the matter with Merlin was doing his head in to the point where he'd rather ignore it, but Francine had wound up jammed in his head and he hadn't quite been able to shake it yet. Not so much because of Francine, but because he'd remembered, suddenly, the lines of his father's ( ( Read more... )