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[holeysaintgeorge]

  Oh, bugger me.

[Hello, network. That little statement is followed by a serious case of shaky cam as the comm is literally shaken a bit at various angles. You know. Just in case this is a defective portkey in disguise or something.]

Heard rumors about a hidden swimming pool in the dungeons- bunch of bunk that was- but I’d have sworn on Merlin’s double-cursed split-ends we’d found every hidden nook in the school. Now- now I find a...what? A time door? A space portal? The bleeding future? And not even proper magic to it. No way. Stumbling in on strange, impossible places is more the terrific trio’s area.

[The camera goes blurry again as George tosses the camera in the air and catches it with a disbelieving exhale of breath. The door to his new room is momentarily visible in the blur. Looks like he's at least managed to make it that far.

When he talks again his voice is softer.]

Blimey. S’no fun exploring alone. 

[[ooc: George is about to head into the door to his room while he chats. If either of his roommates or anyone else outside the living area want to jump in with action, that is super cool with me]]

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[shutupmerlin]

It was more a rhetorical statement of baffled astonishment. [ Staring back at box person all squinty eyed ]

What exactly is it that makes Merlin's poor hygiene worthy, or notable, enough to curse by?

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[holeysaintgeorge]

Now that's a tad harsh, mate. Split-ends are a curse through the ages. Why even today- or my day, innit? This day being a different one and such, so I can't really claim much authority on their general hair care practices...

[Hm. Time travel. And he thought he'd never get to go. Oh right. Talking to someone who isn't Fred and therefore doesn't magically know his thoughts.]

That is to say, hardly a sign of improper care. Yet still a tidbit that's surely made it into some historical text or another.

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[shutupmerlin]

[ The squinting only gets squintier as George rambles on. ] What on Lord's green Earth are you on about?

It's laughable enough that Merlin of all people [ small scoff here ] would be making it into historical texts, let alone the shabby state of his hair.

[holeysaintgeorge]

Arguably more a footnote compared to the beard, I'll grant. But those record keepers are an odd bunch...

[Hm. Hm. Something about this conversation is odd even for George.

Ah. There it was.]

'Making'' is a touch present tense for the current conversational context, however.

[shutupmerlin]

What beard? [ so, so much squinting. ] Are you certain you know him?

[ What. Clearly this person here is mentally impaired. Which, if he's a friend of Merlin's, not surprising. ]

Well he's certainly not done anything worth historical note as of yet unless we're counting monumental failure of servitude or record time spent lazing about in a tavern.

[holeysaintgeorge]

[The feeling is so very much mutual, bro. Just smile and nod at the slow blond.]

Then I'd be speaking of the namesake, I fancy. Died some several centuries ago, Prince of Enchanters, notable facial fur, bit of an unfortunate taste in head gear?

[shutupmerlin]

[ no smiling. only blatant judging. ]

While unfortunate headwear is a common theme, I'd be willing to bet his fairly generous salary as palace manservant that he's not named after anyone of particular import. [ thoughtful frown ] It's actually a rather bizarre and awkward name, really, now that I have it on mind.

[holeysaintgeorge]

[Do muggles still have palaces? Oh, such weird folks. To not even have Merlin in their history books.]

Ah, I may follow. Let's see if this sorts it: have you many enchanters about the palace? Generally speaking.

[shutupmerlin]

[ son you did not even just suggest that. Arthur puts on his Offical Princely tone and looks v srs. ]

It's well known across the lands that it is forbidden on pain of death to practice enchantment within the walls of Camelot.

So to answer - no. Not living.

[holeysaintgeorge]

[pause.

pauuuse.

pauuuuuuse- okay no done with that now.

He just breaks out laughing for a moment. Throwing in between giggles:]

Is that so, good sir?

[shutupmerlin]

[ Narrowing eyes hear because he hasn't forgotten your mention of magic earlier. Just hasn't commented on it yet. ]

Yes, and I'd be very careful who you go accusing of it. Most especially around me. [ He won't be executing anyone but if you're accusing Merlin of it that is serious issue right thar, sonny boi ]

[holeysaintgeorge]

Ah, alas. These wizard-scolding talents may be put to waste. What, with the lot of us being beyond the walls of your castle and little more than equally poor peasants at present.

[giggle snort. Come on, guy. Don't make his first day end with hexing a muggle. that's just not cool.]

[shutupmerlin]

I'm certain I can find a use for them. [ as scolding's really about all he can do, or really, is willing to do at the moment when not in Camelot or fulfilling the orders of his father. ] Still, however, for the sake of those who will be returning to it's walls [ cough merlin cough ] I would take heed.

[holeysaintgeorge]

Thoughtful of you, mate. Not for my poor gift of gab, of course, but so it is. Yet, for all our tales and laughs, fear I haven't caught your name.

[shutupmerlin]

[ ahem, tilting his chin up here with a bit of pride. ] Arthur Pendragon, Crown Prince of Camelot. And yours?

[holeysaintgeorge]

Bugger me. Suppose that makes me a house elf's uncle.

[He cannot decide whether to gape or laugh again. Because really, guys? really. So. Let's go with an awkward mix of those two things.]

[shutupmerlin]

[ wat. seriously what is up with people spazing at his name. ]

Does it? My sympathies to whomever gets the less savory genes of that family. [ wtf even is a house elf, he doesn't know but it sounds ugly ]

[holeysaintgeorge]

You'll be wanting to save all of those for yourself, mate. There's a few shocks in store for you, I'd wager.

[shutupmerlin]

[ squinting. wat. ]

...This conversation makes less and less sense the longer it endures.

[holeysaintgeorge]

[Sage nod.]

Aye, it's the heavy head that wears the crown. Thick one, too, in some cases.