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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[atrumcanis]

Cleaning magic, that was girl's magic, and with anyone else Sirius would have sneered and dismissed it as such. But not Merlin. He merited a higher regard than that. And who was to say that he hadn't actually invented the lot of the cleaning spells? It was entirely possible.

Disdaining a (soon to be) famous wizard for his magic seemed a bit below the belt, anyway--and Merlin was a friend--and so Sirius kept quiet on that point, putting his effort into the careful construction of his sandwich.

"I'm shit at healing as well," he confessed, as he added the last layer of cheese and started in the final layers of bacon. Sandwiches were more complicated than people realised. "But traveling, that's easy--if your magic ends up working with mine, I can show you that one, no trouble."

Sandwich finally complete, he came back to the room and crawled onto the couch, nodding for Merlin to join him. "What sort of defence and attack spells d'you have--curses, and things?"

[alwaysforhim]

Scrambling up to sit next to Sirius, Merlin glanced around. It was an incredibly comfortable couch, and part of him-- the part that was used to hard chairs and sleeping on the floor-- felt a bit wary about sitting on it. But it was all right, he told himself, and tried to look as if he was entirely used to sitting on couches and talking the day away.

"Curses, yes, but-- mostly fire, I prefer to fight with. You know, lighting things aflame? Heating up enemy's blades. As for defense-- well, really, just things so I don't get burned or stabbed or what have you. What about you?"

[atrumcanis]

"Hang on--first off, you set people on fire," Sirius said with a measure of disbelief, raising his eyebrows at Merlin. That wasn't precisely what he'd said, of course, but it was near enough to be a point of distraction. "Or, well, their things, at least--and no one gets angry? Only I thought that magic was illegal, and all--no one notices when swords become suddenly too hot to touch?"

The very thought of magic being illegal--not secret, but illegal, actually against some law and prohibited from being practiced--well, it was ridiculous. And sometimes, when talking with Merlin, Sirius would become distracted with that point: had magic been actually illegal, back at home? Merlin's name and identity seemed too much to be pure coincidence. But their realities were so different--yeah, there had been inquisitions and witch burnings and all manner of other things but no one had actually outlawed magic. Not that he would ever likely know the answer to that question.

[alwaysforhim]

"They aren't that visible, and usually Arthur kills them once they're disarmed," Merlin explained. It was a mystery to him and everyone around him how he hadn't yet been caught-- but the stupid act he played up certainly helped. People expected sorcerers to be evil and cunning and bent on destroying all around them; no one expected a young servant with large ears and a penchant for tripping over his own feet.

"Anyway, no, I haven't been caught-- at least, not by anyone who told," he added self-consciously. "There was a witchfinder once, but . . . anyway," he added, not wanting to dwell on the terrifying figure. "What about you?"

[atrumcanis]

"And he never questions why they've been suddenly disarmed in the first place, or why the air suddenly smells of singed flesh." Sirius whistled, raising his eyebrows. "Not precisely the brightest, your Arthur, eh?"

He was teasing, clearly--though, really, any obliviousness to that sort of display had to be some sort of denseness. There was no other logical explanation for it, unless there was some nuanced disguising process to Merlin's magic.

"Anyway--yeah, our attack stuff, it's not quite as singe-y. It's more curses, physical curses. The Full-Body Bind is fairly popular, especially at school--we're not allowed magic in the corridors, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't happen. You just--you wave your wand, say the spell--" He waved the crust of his bread in demonstration. Crumbs fell onto the couch. "And then they're frozen, temporarily--it's like they're a human plank of wood, or something. You can tip 'em over and they can't make a sound, and they won't come out of it until you release 'em. And Jelly-Legs Jinx, that one's