Stranded - Merlin/Harry Potter Crossover Imagine

Part 2 [Morgana]

[Go back if you chose Merlin or Arthur]

"I would like that," (Y/N) smiled at Morgana, who was standing by the door, patiently waiting for her. As much as she hated wearing dresses, she would rather be in an airy, lung-constricting gown, than in the same room with Arthur for a second longer.

(Y/N) picked up her box, pushing it up with her knee as she walked out of the room with Morgana. Once the door closed stood, they stood outside of Arthur's chambers, listening to his muffled whining. (Y/N) could see on Morgana's face that she was just as entertained by Arthur's anger as she was. A few minutes passed, and once his temper tantrum began to die down, Morgana motioned for (Y/N) to follow her.

"Where are you from? I've never seen someone dressed so... differently." Morgana began walking down the hall, her elegant stride producing a gentle breeze that blew her hair back in small waves.

(Y/N) walked alongside her, feeling a bit small in her presence. "Close..." She lied.

(Y/N) would've told Morgana the truth, but she was afraid of sounding like a mad woman, or worse, being treated by Morgana the same way Arthur treated her. But then again, why should she care what Morgana thought. She didn't know her, nor did she care for her. Besides wasn't this just a daydream anyway?

"Oh? I could probably borrow a horse or two to take you home." Morgana said, so innocent and unknowing.

(Y/N) laughed, trying to imagine what the twins would say when she woke up and told them where she was. "No, no. It's not that close. But thank you, it's kind of you to offer."

Morgana stopped in front of a door that looked much similar to the one that lead to Arthur's chambers. She pushed it open, walking in first. "Come on, I don't bite." Morgana held the door open, waiting.

(Y/N) walked in cautiously, taking in the entire room. Her chambers seemed to be well kept, as opposed to Arthur's, and there was beautiful white and purple draping adorning the windows, as well as her canopy bed. Although it was a bit darker in here, the atmosphere was much more welcoming.

(Y/N) stood awkwardly at the door, waiting for Morgana's permission to walk any further. "You can set your things there," Morgana pointed to table sitting in the middle of the room.

(Y/N) carefully set the box down where Morgana had directed her, noticing from the corner of her eye, a group of Knights outside the window. She walked over, sitting down on the chair that was placed against the wall for decorative purposes.

Morgana watched her closely. Her clothes were quite odd, and the little stick poking out of her boot even more. Everything about this girl told Morgana to run, but her curiosity was a far stronger competitor than her common sense.

Morgana pulled a chair from the table, and dragged it toward the window where (Y/N) sat admiring the Knights in their red capes. "Do you know how to use a sword?" Morgana asked, sitting next to her.

"God no." (Y/N) chuckled softly, remembering the time when she and the twins tried using swords with their wands. She had the scar to prove just how bad of an idea that was. "I know how use a broom. It's not just for flying, you know. You can also give someone a good whack with it if needed."

Morgana let out a small noise that could've been anywhere between a scoff or a laugh. She tried to make sense of what (Y/N) was saying, but couldn't come up with anything in response, except for the obvious. "What?"

(Y/N), realizing that Morgana didn't know she had magic, snapped her head toward her, smiling. "Oh, just a stupid joke," (Y/N) laughed nervously, studying Morgana's face to see if she believed her lame excuse. When she saw no hint of suspicion, she allowed herself to breathe again.