What the spell is going on here!

[atrumcanis]

Who: a atrumcanis and a alwaysforhim!
When: backdated to Saturday, June 11th
Where: the super secret firehouse
Summary: Merlin can't Apparate, Merlin can't Aapparate, Merlin cannot Apparate! He only can walk and he cannot Apparate, not even if he's reading a How-To-Apparate Book! ...but, well, Sirius won't really brag, as it's Merlin ohmygod. This is gonna be all

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[alwaysforhim]

Sirius was the first friend Merlin had ever had that was a wizard as well. Oh, there had been-- well, allies, perhaps would be the best word. People Merlin had met that weren't evil that used magic-- and of course there had been Freya-- but they didn't count. They weren't friends, not in the same way Arthur or Lancelot was a friend.

But Sirius was different. Sirius understood, whether it was the frustration of trying to master a new spell or the sheer pleasure that came from using one's talents. He understood Merlin in a way no one ever had before-- and beyond that, he was simply fun to hang around with. He reminded Merlin of Will, in a way: always teasing and joking, but he was serious when the situation called for it.

Merlin ran part of the way, excited to see what sort of books Sirius had, and uttered the password breathlessly.

"I'm here!" he called, stumbling into the house. "I'm here-- Sirius?"

[atrumcanis]

Sirius sat up, taking one final hurried sip of his drink and dashing his wrist across his mouth. Beyond the muted hero-worship (muted at Merlin's request, yes, but mostly muted by his own sense of you look like an idiot, Black), he genuinely liked Merlin. It was difficult to think of him in a neutral way, but if Sirius forgot about his name and everything attached therein--well, then, he was just like another student at Hogwarts.

Only more old-fashioned. And... well, and Merlin, and that set him off again.

He seized the book on the top of the stack and went to the front hall to greet his guest. "Hi, mate, hello, look--not an abracadabra in sight. There is a load of tripe at the end about ley lines and things, but that's usual Muggle nonsense, pay no attention to that. And there's loads more of 'em--oi, are you hungry? There's plenty of food, I was going to have a sandwich--"

[alwaysforhim]

"Oh, no," he replied automatically. Even after a few months here, there was still the quiet sense of surprise that someone-- someone who was noble, his brain informed him-- would be offering to get him food. Indeed, Merlin still had to get used to not having to worry about whether Arthur was fed in the morning, if he had chores to do, if all of Arthur's weapons were ready to use

[atrumcanis]

Sirius leaned forward a little so he could better see the book. He'd already looked at it, of course--contrary to popular belief (a belief that he perpetuated), he would not burst into flames at the first glance at a book. He was capable of reading, and he did it more often than he ever let on.

"I haven't tried any, no," he said, with a shrug, "I dunno if they would work for me or not. Ours are mostly Latin, y'know, I've never heard of a load of these. Speaking off--" He shoved his hair back with a grin and waved his finger. "Accio sandwich. Even if you aren't hungry, I'm going to eat something, hang on--"

Other people might consider the brief abandonment to be rude, but Merlin was a friend. There was a moment of glowing pride at that thought, an emotion that was nearly completely out of character for Sirius. Other people wanted to be his friend, not the other way around. And yet this was Merlin. Surely that counted for something

[alwaysforhim]

"I'm good at cleaning," he called, laughing a bit-- though really, it was only half a joke. Between Gaius' chores and Arthur's demands, Merlin was quite decent at scrubbing and polishing things magically. He had even picked up-- after several trials and errors-- the art of sewing magically, a feat of which he was quite proud.

"And-- well, fighting magic, really," he added self-consciously, his fingers tracing down the pages of the book. "Conjuring things . . . I'm horrible at healing and travelling, though, I've never mastered those." Both were a source of constant frustration for Merlin-- the former because of how many times Arthur managed to get himself injured; the latter because of how often he felt he needed to be in at least three places at once. "What about you?"