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Title: The Incident in Charms Class
Author:
broms_lullaby
Fandom: BBC Merlin/Harry Potter
Pairing(s): None yet, though if I continue it will be Arthur/Merlin eventually.
Genre/Rating: GEN/PG
Word Count: 867
Summary: Something is wrong with Arthur's wand.
Warnings: Blood, probably offensively bad use of the Welsh language
Author’s Note: Not betaed. While I will use spells from canon every once in a while, most of those that I will use are going to be of my own creation and most likely involve the use of Google Translate. I am a linguist, and worked on a project similar to Google Translate a few years ago, so trust me when I say that I understand that it is a terrible way to translate things. That said, this is for fun, so I am not going to track down people that are fluent is Latin, Welsh or Old English so that I can get proper translations.
Series: The Fifth House
Disclaimer: The original ideas are mine, but the unoriginal ones belong to their respective owners.
Merlin watched as Arthur tried the spell once again. As before nothing happened, and he seemed to be getting really frustrated. As far as Merlin could tell he wasn’t doing anything wrong, and it didn’t make any sense.
He shook his head and returned to his own work. It was their first day of Charms class where they were actually using magic, which they were sharing with the Hufflepuffs, taught by the ancient Professor Flitwick where they were learning how to levitate things. According to his mother, who had also had the half-goblin Professor when she was there, this what the same lesson he always taught First Years.
Merlin had successfully levitated his feather with a mere look when the lecture began, and had now moved on to larger and heavier objects. “Wingardium leviosa,” he commanded the large book in front of him, which dutifully rose up to the ceiling, where it joined several feathers, a pebble, a chair and the wizened Professor himself. Merlin’s problem was not that he couldn’t perform magic, which seemed to be the case with Arthur; it was that he had very little control over it.
Professor Flitwick flipped through the pages of the book before apparently finding what he was looking for and said an incantation that Merlin couldn’t hear. Everything that he had sent up there slowly descended to the floor. “Mr. Wyllt, you must learn control! Until you can get your magic to do exactly what you want it to, I suggest that you place a dampener on your wand. It seems to me that most of the time it does more than you want, so we will make it do less.” He sighed and walked over to Elena to praise her work.
Merlin echoed his sigh and looked back at Arthur and his feather, sitting next to him. Arthur glared at the offending feather, then made his wand movement while speaking the incantation perfectly. The feather twitched a little, but then fell still without ever levitating. This was apparently the last straw for Arthur’s patience, as he quickly stood up, pointed the tip of he wand directly at his feather shouted “Precipio tibi quod no!” The feather jumped into the air where it promptly exploded while Arthur gave a pained shout and dropped his wand, which was now smoking.
“Mr. Pendragon!” Professor Flitwick admonished from across the room. “The assignment was not to create new spells! Ten points from Gryffindor.” He stopped yelling at Arthur when he reached the table they were sitting at and finally took everything in. “Why is you wand smoking?”
Arthur, who had been cradling his hand near his chest, replied, “It burned me.” He took a look at his hand, which was indeed burned, but it was also bleeding. “It cut me as well,”
The professor gave a surprised gasp and took Arthur’s hand in his. He pointed his wand at the cut, which was bleeding heavily, and muttered, “Ulcus emendare,” and it closed up. Then he started examining Arthur’s wand, which was still smoking and had a very obvious crack down the length, extending into the golden handle.
Arthur still looked pained, and the burn on his hand was starting to blister, so Merlin said “Here, let me help you with that.” He pointed his own wand at the hand, focused on limiting his magic to use only what it needed and said, “Leddfu'r llosgiadau,” using one of the Welsh spells that his mother preferred.
Arthur’s slightly, and in Merlin’s opinion completely unwarranted expression of panic that had formed when Merlin began the spell dissolved as his hand glowed slightly and then healed. “Thanks, Merlin,” he said with a small, slightly embarrassed smile that made Merlin blush a little.
They were interrupted from their moment when Professor Flitwick said “I’ve never seen anything like this before. Was it acting strange before it broke?”
Arthur seemed to think for a moment before nodding and responding. “Well, it always warms a little when I use it, but this time it was more intense. I thought it was because I was using more magic than I did for transfiguration...”
The Professor shook his head. “No, wands are not supposed to get hot, or even warm. At least not that I’m aware of... Are you sure that this is the right wand for you?”
“Yes, the man at the wand shop said that it was the best fit.”
The Professor hummed thoughtfully before incanting “Reparo,” at the wand, but nothing happened. He looked frustrated at this, so Merlin tried, saying “Atgyweirio eich hun. Byddwch mor newydd.” There was a loud pop and the crack sealed itself and everything seemed to shine more than it had before. Professor Flitwick looked slightly surprised. He shook his head and walked back to the front of the room, where he gave some closing remarks and dismissed the class as the bell rang.
As Merlin gathered his things and turned to leave, Arthur stopped him with a hand on his shoulder and said “Thanks again.” before leaving.
After that, Merlin figured that Arthur might not be as bad as he had previously thought.
Author:
broms_lullaby
Fandom: BBC Merlin/Harry Potter
Pairing(s): None yet, though if I continue it will be Arthur/Merlin eventually.
Genre/Rating: GEN/PG
Word Count: 867
Summary: Something is wrong with Arthur's wand.
Warnings: Blood, probably offensively bad use of the Welsh language
Author’s Note: Not betaed. While I will use spells from canon every once in a while, most of those that I will use are going to be of my own creation and most likely involve the use of Google Translate. I am a linguist, and worked on a project similar to Google Translate a few years ago, so trust me when I say that I understand that it is a terrible way to translate things. That said, this is for fun, so I am not going to track down people that are fluent is Latin, Welsh or Old English so that I can get proper translations.
Series: The Fifth House
Disclaimer: The original ideas are mine, but the unoriginal ones belong to their respective owners.
Merlin watched as Arthur tried the spell once again. As before nothing happened, and he seemed to be getting really frustrated. As far as Merlin could tell he wasn’t doing anything wrong, and it didn’t make any sense.
He shook his head and returned to his own work. It was their first day of Charms class where they were actually using magic, which they were sharing with the Hufflepuffs, taught by the ancient Professor Flitwick where they were learning how to levitate things. According to his mother, who had also had the half-goblin Professor when she was there, this what the same lesson he always taught First Years.
Merlin had successfully levitated his feather with a mere look when the lecture began, and had now moved on to larger and heavier objects. “Wingardium leviosa,” he commanded the large book in front of him, which dutifully rose up to the ceiling, where it joined several feathers, a pebble, a chair and the wizened Professor himself. Merlin’s problem was not that he couldn’t perform magic, which seemed to be the case with Arthur; it was that he had very little control over it.
Professor Flitwick flipped through the pages of the book before apparently finding what he was looking for and said an incantation that Merlin couldn’t hear. Everything that he had sent up there slowly descended to the floor. “Mr. Wyllt, you must learn control! Until you can get your magic to do exactly what you want it to, I suggest that you place a dampener on your wand. It seems to me that most of the time it does more than you want, so we will make it do less.” He sighed and walked over to Elena to praise her work.
Merlin echoed his sigh and looked back at Arthur and his feather, sitting next to him. Arthur glared at the offending feather, then made his wand movement while speaking the incantation perfectly. The feather twitched a little, but then fell still without ever levitating. This was apparently the last straw for Arthur’s patience, as he quickly stood up, pointed the tip of he wand directly at his feather shouted “Precipio tibi quod no!” The feather jumped into the air where it promptly exploded while Arthur gave a pained shout and dropped his wand, which was now smoking.
“Mr. Pendragon!” Professor Flitwick admonished from across the room. “The assignment was not to create new spells! Ten points from Gryffindor.” He stopped yelling at Arthur when he reached the table they were sitting at and finally took everything in. “Why is you wand smoking?”
Arthur, who had been cradling his hand near his chest, replied, “It burned me.” He took a look at his hand, which was indeed burned, but it was also bleeding. “It cut me as well,”
The professor gave a surprised gasp and took Arthur’s hand in his. He pointed his wand at the cut, which was bleeding heavily, and muttered, “Ulcus emendare,” and it closed up. Then he started examining Arthur’s wand, which was still smoking and had a very obvious crack down the length, extending into the golden handle.
Arthur still looked pained, and the burn on his hand was starting to blister, so Merlin said “Here, let me help you with that.” He pointed his own wand at the hand, focused on limiting his magic to use only what it needed and said, “Leddfu'r llosgiadau,” using one of the Welsh spells that his mother preferred.
Arthur’s slightly, and in Merlin’s opinion completely unwarranted expression of panic that had formed when Merlin began the spell dissolved as his hand glowed slightly and then healed. “Thanks, Merlin,” he said with a small, slightly embarrassed smile that made Merlin blush a little.
They were interrupted from their moment when Professor Flitwick said “I’ve never seen anything like this before. Was it acting strange before it broke?”
Arthur seemed to think for a moment before nodding and responding. “Well, it always warms a little when I use it, but this time it was more intense. I thought it was because I was using more magic than I did for transfiguration...”
The Professor shook his head. “No, wands are not supposed to get hot, or even warm. At least not that I’m aware of... Are you sure that this is the right wand for you?”
“Yes, the man at the wand shop said that it was the best fit.”
The Professor hummed thoughtfully before incanting “Reparo,” at the wand, but nothing happened. He looked frustrated at this, so Merlin tried, saying “Atgyweirio eich hun. Byddwch mor newydd.” There was a loud pop and the crack sealed itself and everything seemed to shine more than it had before. Professor Flitwick looked slightly surprised. He shook his head and walked back to the front of the room, where he gave some closing remarks and dismissed the class as the bell rang.
As Merlin gathered his things and turned to leave, Arthur stopped him with a hand on his shoulder and said “Thanks again.” before leaving.
After that, Merlin figured that Arthur might not be as bad as he had previously thought.