merlin is a worrier
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September 7, 1575
“Wow. It’s beautiful”, Merlin murmurs as the Hogwarts Castle appears, bathed in moonlight.
“Nah, it’s a right dump, might as well go back to Kingsbury and your hovel. Kidding, kidding. Honestly Merlin, no need to look so sour”, Arthur adds.
“Shut it Arthur, you’re ruining the view,” Gwen adds in, “You know, I actually read somewhere that to muggles the castle just looks like a treacherous cliff with nothing on it, to stop them going near it. It’s a spell that only works on muggles.”
Merlin asks Gwen when she thinks they’ll learn spells that can do things like that. Guinevere knows the whole course for every subject for the next 7 years. Merlin is 96.83% sure Gwen will be sorted into Ravenclaw.
The three of them are currently sitting in a magical boat with the other first years scattered in small boats beside them, crossing the (apparently bottomless) Great Lake towards the castle. It is indeed a view- the ancient castle silhouetted in front of a full moon. Merlin shivers knowing the werewolves are out there tonight.
At least the castle is safe. ‘Safest place in the country for Magick folk’- or so the ‘dog man’ teacher who greeted the first years just now had said.
Merlin’s struggling to fully enjoy the view because, well, he’s worrying- mainly that he won’t be in the same house as Gwen and Arthur. Arthur definitely doesn’t want to be in Slytherin…
Arthur, seeming to notice Merlin biting his lip (a classic sign of him obsessing over something), taps the dark-haired boy’s knee and mouths,
“It’ll be fine. Even if you’re in Slytherin I’ll get over it”
Merlin smiles in response, unable to help himself. He nods a thanks at the blond.
Gwen is still talking about classes and wand work- Merlin decides he should really listen to her and does just that, ignoring the worry and flutters in his stomach.