merlinastrice: (Default)
Merlin hummed as he cleaned up Gaius' chambers and his own room to the best of his abilities. He had let the older man know that he had a special guest coming. He even made sure he put on his best tunic, best jacket, made sure his fingernails were clean and everything.

He also made sure that the gift he had forged for Ariadne was hidden away out of sight. It was the smaller bundle that he was going to give her at her birthday but seeing her reaction to the book, he had decided to save it for Yule. Perhaps she would like it. Maybe. He wasn't sure. He had asked Leon about it, if women liked that sort of thing. Asked Gwen. They said that it would be lovely.
merlinastrice: (studying and doing research)
When is the soonest that I could come visit? There is...something I'd like to tell you.
merlinastrice: (laughing because it's all right)
What sort of questions did you have?
merlinastrice: (laughing)
Cold on patrol. But then I think of you and our brief time in Paris and I feel warm again. :) How are your classes?


He was sitting apart from the knights that were huddled together around the fire and kept his book close. Arthur made a passing remark of how much of a girl he was for writing in his little diary. Merlin simply shrugged him off and returned to writing, waiting for Ariadne's response.
merlinastrice: (orly)
The moon was high and he was pretty sure he had fine tuned the spell to bring him back to right before he left. Hopefully she would be home when he appeared. Merlin took a deep breath and worked his magic.

The next second he found himself crashing towards the floor of Ariadne's flat. "Ow..." he whined, rubbing at his backside. He was there. Fear and slight panic rose in his chest. What if she didn't want to return his feeling? Worse. What if she had a betrothed and...


"Ariadne? It's me...Merlin."
merlinastrice: (smilesmilesmile)
"Don't worry, Gaius, I'll find my own way to the Yule festivals." Merlin smiled. He waved the old man out of the physician's chambers and huffed a sigh. "All right." He really hoped he can pull this off as he dug around his room for the community book. How was it that he sent the message to other worlds again? ...He could try the spell he'd been using to go about the different worlds. Quickly, he set that book aside and pulled out a scrap piece of parchment.

To Ianto:

Have you found out how many are coming? Please arrive soon.

-Merlin


He rolled it up and bound it with string before his eyes glowed. "Asete thee. Astyre the thanonweard Ianto." he whispered. And in an instant, the rolled up parchment was gone.
merlinastrice: (warlock)
This, Merlin thought, had to be the best part of the job: visiting the schools and getting to know the next generation of wizards and witches. The minister smiled to himself and straightened out the dark blue suit, maroon tie, and his black cloak. Ah...Hogwarts...

He smiled as he walked through the hallways, recounting each cobblestone and waving at each painting. Memories of all sorts. Being in Hufflepuff, being amazed at such a place. Keeping his ability to surpass his fellow classmates a secret while secretly training with Professor Gaius, the potions master at the time.

He hummed the familiar tune under his breath and continued to stroll through the grounds.



[ooc: Open to all, anywhere/anywhen. Merlin'd love to chat it up with everyone.<3]
merlinastrice: (smilesmilesmile)
Albus? Albus? You said that school starts on September 1st, correct? Could I ask a favour?

Could you write a note to yourself explaining my visit? I'd love to be able to see James and Sirius and Remus and Lily and see Hogwarts for myself.

I should say, could I visit before asking if you'd write yourself a note...?
merlinastrice: (smilesmilesmile)
Merlin hummed as he walked through the forests just outside of Camelot proper to pick some herbs for Gaius. He didn't mind. This was a much less demanding task than polishing armour or ensuring that the crown prince doesn't die. It was early enough in the day that it was cool outside as Merlin walked through the brush to gather the right herbs.
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