The Answer
Author: shadowspun
Title: The Answer
Rating: G
Pairing: Merlin & Will
Characters: Merlin, Will, Simmons
Summary: Will is daydreaming when he should be thinking of school.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 181
Prompt: 357, try again
Author's note: modern with magic, kid!fic
Will let his gaze drift out the window. It was a beautiful day and all he wanted to do was jump on the swing he could see and pump his legs until he was nearly flying. Merlin told him that it was the closest he could come to describing how his magic felt when he let it go. Will was just a little bit jealous of him, so riding the swings was his favorite thing to do just so he could feel that too.
“Ahem” Will looked up into the stern gaze of Mr. Simmons. “The answer to the problem, please?”
He glanced over at Merlin, who was mouthing something Will couldn’t quite catch. He took a chance, “Forty-two?”
Mr. Simmons sighed and shook his head. “Try again, Will. The problem is on the board.” He turned and rapped Merlin’s desk as he passed. “Stop trying to help him.”
Both boys grinned at each other for a moment before Will looked at the board and tried to figure out the math problem that was keeping him from recess and the swings.
Title: The Answer
Rating: G
Pairing: Merlin & Will
Characters: Merlin, Will, Simmons
Summary: Will is daydreaming when he should be thinking of school.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 181
Prompt: 357, try again
Author's note: modern with magic, kid!fic
Will let his gaze drift out the window. It was a beautiful day and all he wanted to do was jump on the swing he could see and pump his legs until he was nearly flying. Merlin told him that it was the closest he could come to describing how his magic felt when he let it go. Will was just a little bit jealous of him, so riding the swings was his favorite thing to do just so he could feel that too.
“Ahem” Will looked up into the stern gaze of Mr. Simmons. “The answer to the problem, please?”
He glanced over at Merlin, who was mouthing something Will couldn’t quite catch. He took a chance, “Forty-two?”
Mr. Simmons sighed and shook his head. “Try again, Will. The problem is on the board.” He turned and rapped Merlin’s desk as he passed. “Stop trying to help him.”
Both boys grinned at each other for a moment before Will looked at the board and tried to figure out the math problem that was keeping him from recess and the swings.