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The Stables, Tuesday Afternoon
When it became painfully clear that there were no servants to help him in caring for Arthur's horse, Merlin found himself down in the stables. Mucking out a stall.
Destiny owed him big for this.
"How does one horse produce that much?" He asked--well, he asked the horses there. Not that they could answer him, of course.
[[Open, of course!]]
Destiny owed him big for this.
"How does one horse produce that much?" He asked--well, he asked the horses there. Not that they could answer him, of course.
[[Open, of course!]]

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"Then welcome to the island. Your horse?"
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Merlin peered at the lemonade, taking it after a moment's pause. "Thank you."
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"Arthur. The one with the sword?"
He walked around to see the other horse.
"You have a horse, then."
There was a smile to Merlin.
"Better than some."
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One was more than enough.
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Then he offered his hand.
"Liir."
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"And if you'd like tea or food no one else made you make, you're welcome by my room. As long as you like dogs, at any rate."
He'd spent far too long working for someone else not to know how bloody annoying it was. It wasn't that he'd hold it against Arthur, because he wouldn't, but it certainly made him want to be kind to Merlin.
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He rolled one shoulder absently, looking around at the horses as he considered a 'ride' himself. He hadn't been out on the broom for a while; too cold.
But he was starting to itch for one.
"What are you taking, if you don't mind me asking?"
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With Arthur. God help them all.
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"I suppose I didn't see you then, as I'm also in Professor Ghanima's class," and he bowed his head in apology. "It should be very interesting, really. She's very good at making people think, not that I need much help. Well, at doing it. I wouldn't say I do it well."
"...I've not had a class with the professor who does Care of Magical Creatures, though. Quite enough experience to last me a lifetime on that subject, really."
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"So I've always thought," and he gave a quick nod as well.
"But if they had any manner of monkey, especially a flying one, I would end up banging my head against a wall. And I've been sniffed at by one too many Red Pfenixes to want to see another."
We will not even mention dragons.
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"What?"
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"What?"
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"Explain the part you don't understand. I'm not particularly good at figuring people out."
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"Then there's things like red pfenixes, which are rather special. And, er, the flying monkeys. My, er, well..."
It was always hard to actually say it.
"My mother made them with magic. So they're a bit one of a kind. I grew up with them. So you see, quite well versed on magical animals, at least, as far as I'm concerned."
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The emphasis was slight but quiet audible.
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He didn't want to think of the embarrassment should Brrr or Nick Chopper show their faces. Let alone the Scarecrow.
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