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fifty-fifty.dreamwidth.orgTitle: The Magic Show – Rejection
Rating: Gen
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Arthur, Morgana, Mordred, Merlin
Summary: Arthur turns up to his creepy nephew’s sixth birthday party and finds out that Morgana has hired another magician instead of him, at Mordred’s request.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 300
Prompt: #280 – 300
Author's Notes: Continuation of The Magic Show. I expect if I keep adding to this story it will build in dribs and drabs and likely in completely the wrong order. So this is part two – for now.
He entered the hall and instantly winced at the sound of high-pitched squeals of joy of thirty 6 year olds. This, amongst many other reasons, was why he was thankful yet again that he was gay and therefore would never risk being inflicted with children. Especially lest they be the spawn of Satan like Mordred. The kid was creepy to the nth degree and always spent the entirety of Sunday lunch staring at him with his pale blue eyes. Arthur shuddered involuntarily.
Morgana came swanning over to him, looking perfectly put together as always, despite being in charge of thirty excited children. "Ah, Arthur, you're here," she took the gift from him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you so much for coming, Mordred will be happy to see you."
Arthur coughed. "Well, of course I couldn't miss my favourite nephew's sixth birthday party."
"He's your only nephew," glared Morgana.
"And therefore by default my favourite," grinned Arthur.
Mordred bounced over. "Mummy is that for me?" he asked, looking at the present.
"Yes, Mordred. It's from Uncle Arthur. Why don't you say thank you?"
He looked at Arthur with those piercing eyes. "I don't like elephants. But thanks," and ran off.
Arthur shrugged at her and she took his arm and walked him to the kitchen, "Now Arthur, I wanted to tell you. Mordred requested a magician for his party..."
"Morgana! You couldn't have told me before I left? I haven't got any of my stuff!"
Morgana shuffled her feet nervously. "Arthur, you see the thing is... He said he didn't want you. He wanted another magician. I -"
The door to the kitchen opened and a dark-haired head poked in. "Mrs Knight, I'm ready to start whenever..."
Arthur looked up in annoyance. "You!" he growled.
The man frowned with confusion. "Me?"
