Title: Imagine dragons
Word count: 493
Summary: Merlin’s seat is still absent. What excuse for being late would he have today?
Author’s notes: Not beta’d. Yay! What else is new?
Arthur stared at the empty chair in the row in front of him, two to the side. There were only three minutes left before class began and Merlin was still missing. He always got in trouble for being late, but with Mr. Knight it was an especially severe offence and Merlin was already on his list. Arthur looked at the door desperately. Maybe that would make Merlin show up on time?
What was he about to do? He had made up excuses for Merlin a few times, but it had backfired spectacularly when Merlin finally showed up and their stories didn’t match last time that he had decided to not do that again. If Merlin was tossed out of this class, what would he do? Merlin was the only reason he’d even taken this class. Just so he could stare at him all the time. With Merlin gone, it wouldn’t make much sense for him to come here.
The hand on the clock ticked closer to 2pm and Arthur sighed. Merlin was still absent. He only had one minute left to not be late and Roberta who had the closest chair to the door already announced Mr. Knight’s imminent arrival.
With one minute left, Merlin came running into the room, trying to get his long limbs under control, looking more like a cartoon character braking on the heels of his feet and then dropped into his chair. He was out of breath, his hair was standing in every possible direction and…was it smoking? It also looked as if there was soot on his face.
Somehow Merlin must have noticed him staring, turned his head and grinned at him in his typical Merlin way. All big smile and crinkly eyes and the world lit up for Arthur.
“Where have you been?” He hissed under his breath. “By the way, your hair is smoking.”
Merlin hectically tousled his hair and…was that a green scale falling out of them?
“Fighting a dragon in one of the corridors at the other end of school.” Merlin nodded as if that was the most common thing to do and a valid reason to be almost-late.
“A dragon…” Alright, sometimes, Merlin’s jokes weren’t funny at all.
“A dragon. It was bigger than I expected and…”
A wooden ruler came down hard on Merlin’s desk and both boys’ heads snapped up.
“Mr. Emrys, Mr. Pendragon. If your conversation is so important, I suggest you both continue it out in the corridor.” Mr. Knight was towering over them and there was an annoyed glare in his eyes. “Not? Then I expect you to be quiet unless you have something to contribute.”
“Yes, Sir,” Arthur mumbled and Merlin nodded.
Once in a while Arthur threw Merlin a look. A dragon. Yeah, right. Fighting a dragon in a corridor here at school. Uh huh. Even though Merlin’s explanations for being late got more and more ridiculous every time, Arthur envied him for his imagination.