Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

He'd dragged Merlin off to hunt early that morning. Even if the boy had absolutely no instincts or abilities that were helpful in any way, Arthur did need someone to carry what he killed. Because of his arm, he hadn't been able to do it the thrilling way, crossbows and all, but traps still worked just as well.

To shorten the tale, he was now seated in the common room. He'd granted the fireplace a passing glance that was rife with relief at the familiarity and seated himself.

He was roasting rabbit meat over the fire. Arthur was perfectly capable of taking care of himself when he didn't feel like having the servants deal with it. Or he was out in the wild. Or any other circumstance of its ilk. He'd be hard-pressed to survive if he didn't.

Roughing it held an odd twinge of relief, divorced from the local madness, and joined with his reality at home.

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[fabulous-secret.livejournal.com]

The fire was enough of a draw for Adora, who, bundled in thick coat and heavy scarf, had just returned from attending to her duties in the stable.

"Do you mind if I join you?" she asked, smiling a bit and already taking a seat no matter what his answer.

[bitchprince]

At least she'd asked, which put her a few notches beyond some individuals he'd met. "By all means," Arthur replied, some semblance of chivalry kicking in. He looked up to put a face to the voice, and gave her a nod.

[fabulous-secret.livejournal.com]

"That's a lovely piece of meat," she remarked, indicating the roasting animal. "I've not seen anyone in Fandom cook in this manner." It was so like the camps back home that Adora couldn't help but speak enthusiastically.

[bitchprince]

"I don't see why not," Arthur said, firmly. He did not proudly look at his catch, but it had earned a glance regardless. "There's plenty of game in the woods. You don't need an appliance to prepare it."

[fabulous-secret.livejournal.com]

"I don't mean to insult you," Adora said slowly. "I only mean it's refreshing to see it done. Why, we have none of these appliances in my home."

[bitchprince]

"No insult taken," he assured her, "I've merely suffered one too many comments on perfectly ordinary tasks recently."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He'd never seen the other girl, or if he had, had simply dismissed her as another student, and so made an effort and gave her a wave from his spot on the couches.

She could ignore him. He just figured he should.

[fabulous-secret.livejournal.com]

"Are you finding the day cold enough, friend?" She asked the question with a pleasant wave in return.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"No colder than some, though colder than any I've had here," he said, friendly enough.

"Yourself?" and he was smiling just a little.

[fabulous-secret.livejournal.com]

"Life in Fandom has yet to stop surprising me with each new day," Adora grinned. "Quite literally."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully, this is a good thing," he said as he looked at the fire.

"I'm sorry, but I haven't actually, that is... I'm a bit of a hermit. And I do have a name, rude as I am, and hopefully I'll get there soon."

He stood and offered a hand.

"Liir."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

It took Aravis, unsurprisingly, very little time to locate the source of the smell, and as she entered the common room, she looked around, because it hardly seemed like the same place anymore. It was like being at home in Archenland. "Is that rabbit?"

[bitchprince]

"It is," Arthur said, looked up, and since he was in that frame of mind, offered her a respectful nod. "There might be some left when I'm finished with it."

For Arthur, he was being downright congenial.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis arched a brow, drawing her furs around her as she took a seat. "You are too kind," she said, very dryly.

[bitchprince]

"And so," he returned, twisting the spit. "Are you. Would you grace me with your name?"

Arthur figured it'd come up sooner or later.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Lady Aravis, of Anvard," she said. Normally she'd add in her disclaimer about not using the title, but he not only seemed to be from a similar world, but had an attitude that made her want to inflict rank on him. "And yourself?"

[bitchprince]

It helped to cause him to shift his posture slightly, as befitting being in the presence of a fellow noble. "I am Prince Arthur," he said, "Son of Uther of Camelot. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

He wasn't actually sure if he was, yet.

[momslilassassin]

Ben was on his way back from the gym when he was distracted by the aroma coming out of the third floor common room. "Something smells wonderful," he commented, popping his head in.

[bitchprince]

And now it was children.

"It's rabbit," Arthur felt honour-bound to mention, but was otherwise silent on the matter.

He couldn't feed the whole bloody world off one rabbit.

[momslilassassin]

"Not a student, right?" Ben asked, raising an eyebrow. "My cousin's boyfriend has an unfortunate habit of turning fluffy and rabbit-shaped on occasion."

[bitchprince]

"...I am fairly certain it's not a student, yes," Arthur said. He had to adjust to the concept. "He's prone to the vagaries of magic, then?" That wasn't worrying at all.

You could tell by his face.

[momslilassassin]

"No more than the rest of us," Ben said, picking up on the expression. "He's from a world without that sort of thing. The island just enjoys ruining his day, I suspect."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

As there was a fireplace here and none in his room, Liir decided that the common room would be a slightly better bet. The smell of something cooking drew him in but he stopped at the edge of the room on seeing Arthur.

All right, well. At least he's not Manek.

Which was what got him to one of the couches and settled with his notebook and things. He couldn't let himself be entirely rude (mostly out of pure stubborness) and so he nodded his head towards the other boy in greeting as he got to his work.

[bitchprince]

There was a tensing of Arthur's shoulders, and a discreet shift that brought him into a position that allowed him to keep track of Liir's movements, should he try something.

Otherwise, his focus remained on the fire, and the rabbit in question. He might have found no will in him to judge the boy harshly simply because of his magic, but it was still... uncomfortable.

He was mostly concerned with making the effort to keep any fear from wafting off his body. He was a knight, and he'd suffer this as one.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

The tense feeling was distinctly uncomfortable and he found himself settling a little farther into the couch, tucking his feet up and pulling his cloak out from his bag to act as a blanket. After re-situating a little and rolling his shoulders, he was... content. Ish.

And definitely warmer than in his room.

He considered complimenting Arthur on the rabbit, dismissed it as a somewhat pathetic desire to make sure someone wasn't angry with him, dismissed that as even more over-analytical ridiculousness, and finally forced himself to stare at the tome in his hands and what was written in it with a short grunt.

Books good. Yes. Right.