Title: White Lilac and Witch Hazel
Characters: Merlin, Morgana, Arthur, Gwaine, Leon, Lance, Percy
Summary: The morning after Arthur invited Merlin up to Gryffindor Tower, the two boys are on their way to cementing their friendship...with a few tricks, of course.
Word Count: 945 (Brevity escaped me along with my sanity.)
Prompt: 393, disagreement
Author's Note: This is a Harry Potter AU, and a follow-up to another overly long drabble I posted before. Here's the AO3 link: Seed of Friendship.
Merlin watched the argument in front of him quietly. It was absolutely fascinating to observe the boys of Gryffindor house squabble like the worst of enemies, then somehow form ranks against anyone who may have a disagreement with one of them.
“Disgraceful behavior.” Morgana sat down beside him at the Slytherin table, shaking her head at her brother and his friend, Gwaine. She poked tiredly at the oatmeal in the bowl in front of her before she shook some cinnamon sugar in it from the shaker Merlin had pushed toward her. It never hurt to try to sweeten her sharp tongue a little bit. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He waited until she’d had her first bite before he continued. “I spent some time in their common room last night. They were very kind to me. It was unexpected.”
Morgana narrowed her eyes at Merlin. “Is that why you got back from detention so late? I thought you’d gone to the kitchens for dinner since my idiot brother got you into trouble.”
He nodded, chewing his toast.
“So they were kind? No tricking the evil Slytherin?”
“Nothing mean-spirited. Arthur shared the dinner Leon and Lance smuggled in with me and I played some games with them. I had a lot of fun, actually.” He grinned mischievously. “He even told me a few things about you. There was something about a crush on Donaghan Tremlett? And you locking yourself in your room for a week when he got married?”
Morgana sat up straight, all signs of her tired morning posture gone. “Damn it, Wart!” she shouted.
Arthur looked up from where he currently had Gwaine in a headlock, years of experiencing the wrath of his older sister giving him enough warning to let the other boy go and just start sprinting. He made it to the door of the Great Hall just in time and darted through moments before Morgana got there, disappearing around the edge. Morgana snarled and gave chase, her black hair streaming behind her.
“What gives?” Gwaine stepped up next to Merlin’s bench. Merlin grinned up at him.
“I figured this was the perfect revenge for Arthur getting us detention. Want to bet on how long it takes Morgana to catch him?”
Gwaine grinned. “I like you, Merlin. You realize he’ll know you said something on purpose, right?”
“Probably. But it’ll be worth it.”
“We are going to have a lot of fun, Merlin. Come sit with us so we can keep an eye out for the Princess when he returns. It should be a spectacular sight.”
Merlin laughed his way through the rest of breakfast, giggling even harder when the siblings returned and joined the Gryffindor table together. Morgana’s chilly glare silenced any words Valiant started to utter when she sat down. Of course, it could also have been the fact that Arthur was currently sporting pink pigtails and a scowl.
He sat next to Merlin and stole the sticky bun he was about to take a bite of, stuffing it halfway into his mouth. Arthur kicked Merlin under the table, and Merlin kicked back, still grinning.
“How long will the hair last?” Morgana used this particular hex on one of the Slytherins last year. It lasted a week and changed colors each day.
“Only two days this time,” Morgana spoke from beside Leon, her own hand full of his sticky bun. Leon, long used to the Pendragon siblings’ mildly tyrannical style of friendship, just shrugged and grabbed another for himself. “And a promise not to blab about anything I do ever again.”
Arthur blew her a raspberry before turning to Merlin. “How much did Gwaine pay you last night to do that?”
Merlin laughed. “Not even a bare knut. Although, that does bring up a good question. Morgana, how long would you say it too you to catch him, and where were you in the castle?”
“I don’t know, maybe five minutes, and we were halfway up the Divination Tower steps. Why?”
Merlin and Percy grinned while Leon and Gwaine groaned. Lance laughed and consulted a sheet of parchment. “Ten sickles each to Merlin and Percy for being half right each.”
Arthur goggled at Lance. “You bet against me?”
Lance shrugged. “The outcome was pretty clear, Arthur. Your sister is way scarier than you. Besides, I didn’t bet. I just held the bets for them.”
“Betrayal. Utter betrayal.”
“Drama queen.” Merlin shook his head as he lifted his cup of pumpkin juice.
“And you! I invited you up to the common room. I shared my feast… How could you?”
Merlin laughed. “I like you, Arthur. Hey, do you guys want to go meet the giant squid? He likes to play fetch.”
Arthur sputtered. “The squid from the lake? Yeah!” He pulled Merlin from his seat before the Slytherin could finish his drink. He looked back as his friends. “Well, let’s go.”
Morgana sighed as Leon pulled her up with him. “I haven’t finished breakfast, Leon.”
“One, you chose to indulge in a little petty revenge rather than eat. Two, if you think I’m going to be held completely responsible for watching over your little brother and his entire group of friends now that they've added one of yours to it, you’re mistaken. Besides, you swiped my sticky bun, so you had something. We’ll sneak something from the kitchens later on for you, Morgs. After we make sure the squid doesn’t play fetch with one of them.”
Morgana looked back at the feast on the groaning tables longingly. It looked as if she was going to be spending a lot more time with her little brother than she had planned to at Hogwarts.