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Title: Eton
Series: In a Time of Magic
Author: mabonwitch
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, pre-slash
Words: ~350
Rating: PG
Summary: Modern AU. Magic exists, but Arthur was never supposed to become friends with a sorcerer. Perhaps his father should have told that to Destiny.
Notes: Er. Magical-ism? Discrimination against people because of their magic.
Whatever Arthur's father had intended him to learn by sending him to Eton, he is sure Not all sorcerers are dangerous was not it. And yet, that is practically the first thing he learns. It is all on account of Merlin.
As prince, Arthur is allowed onto campus ahead of everyone else. He figures it is less a privilege and more so his security can crawl into every corner of the school and make it so secure he will never escape. On the first day the rest of his classmates join him, he meets Merlin. Or, well. It really goes more like this.
Arthur is headed for lunch. He is surrounded by the same bunch of boys he grew up with, because apparently if the prince does something, it is the thing to do. Eton has suddenly been flooded with minor royalty and nobility since word went out that Arthur would be going there. Anyway, he is listening absentmindedly to the chatter when a lanky boy with big ears barrels into him.
Well, no. To be fair, it seems more like someone has pushed him; he is tripping over his own feet as he falls into Arthur. None of that, though, stops Arthur's book bag from flying off his shoulder and into the air.
The boy's eyes widen comically. "Sorry!" The bag freezes in midair. Slowly, the books slide back into it. "Um, sorry. Sorry." Arthur's bag lowers and hovers in front of him.
It occurs to Arthur unhurriedly, with some bemusement, that this was magic. This boy is a sorcerer, and he is using magic. On Arthur's book bag. Arthur takes the bag. He doesn't know what expression he has on his face, but the boy droops.
"Sorry," he says again. Kay glares and Bedivere grabs Arthur's arm and drags him away, muttering under his breath about dirty sorcerers. Arthur glances back one last time to see Merlin- he would later take great care to find out his name- cringing under the withering glare of a hall monitor. Merlin looks up, and their eyes meet. Arthur feels an odd little spark of something.
Destiny, Merlin would joke.
And Arthur would smile and say, Yeah.
Series: In a Time of Magic
Author: mabonwitch
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, pre-slash
Words: ~350
Rating: PG
Summary: Modern AU. Magic exists, but Arthur was never supposed to become friends with a sorcerer. Perhaps his father should have told that to Destiny.
Notes: Er. Magical-ism? Discrimination against people because of their magic.
Whatever Arthur's father had intended him to learn by sending him to Eton, he is sure Not all sorcerers are dangerous was not it. And yet, that is practically the first thing he learns. It is all on account of Merlin.
As prince, Arthur is allowed onto campus ahead of everyone else. He figures it is less a privilege and more so his security can crawl into every corner of the school and make it so secure he will never escape. On the first day the rest of his classmates join him, he meets Merlin. Or, well. It really goes more like this.
Arthur is headed for lunch. He is surrounded by the same bunch of boys he grew up with, because apparently if the prince does something, it is the thing to do. Eton has suddenly been flooded with minor royalty and nobility since word went out that Arthur would be going there. Anyway, he is listening absentmindedly to the chatter when a lanky boy with big ears barrels into him.
Well, no. To be fair, it seems more like someone has pushed him; he is tripping over his own feet as he falls into Arthur. None of that, though, stops Arthur's book bag from flying off his shoulder and into the air.
The boy's eyes widen comically. "Sorry!" The bag freezes in midair. Slowly, the books slide back into it. "Um, sorry. Sorry." Arthur's bag lowers and hovers in front of him.
It occurs to Arthur unhurriedly, with some bemusement, that this was magic. This boy is a sorcerer, and he is using magic. On Arthur's book bag. Arthur takes the bag. He doesn't know what expression he has on his face, but the boy droops.
"Sorry," he says again. Kay glares and Bedivere grabs Arthur's arm and drags him away, muttering under his breath about dirty sorcerers. Arthur glances back one last time to see Merlin- he would later take great care to find out his name- cringing under the withering glare of a hall monitor. Merlin looks up, and their eyes meet. Arthur feels an odd little spark of something.
Destiny, Merlin would joke.
And Arthur would smile and say, Yeah.