Stranded - Merlin/Harry Potter Crossover Imagine

Part 3 [Morgana]

The dim light of the morning sun pierced through the thick curtains, illuminating the serene look on (Y/N)'s face as she slept the morning away. Morgana had been awake for some time now, watching her sleep as she imagined the most amazing scenarios of them using magic together. Morgana slowly slid out from under the sheets of her bed, tiptoeing over to where (Y/N) had placed her things last night. She spent the night sleepless, only able to think about all the spells and enchantments she could learn from (Y/N).

Morgana hesitated for second, then gently picked up (Y/N)'s wand, weighing it her hand. She observed the crooked tip, and admired the dark wood that it's been carved from. She ran the tip of her finger along the wand's length, then gripped it tightly, and flicked her wrist, hoping that even without a spell something, anything, would happen.

The loud blast startled (Y/N) out of her sleep. She sat up quickly, frantically searching the room for the source of the blast. She noticed her wand near the side of the bed. Odd, she thought. With her eyes, she traced the path from where the wand was to where she had placed last night, and a second later she saw Morgana sprawled across the floor a few feet away. "Morgana!" (Y/N) threw the sheets off of her body, sprinting to where Morgana was. "Are you okay?"

Morgana groaned, propping herself up on her elbows. "I'm fine. I was... just trying to see if I could cast a spell the same way you described in your stories."

(Y/N) smiled, helping Morgana up to her feet. "Morgana," She sang, "you can't cast a spell with my wand even if you did everything correctly."

"I don't understand."

"A wand has to choose its master. No one can just pick up any old wand and cast spells." (Y/N) walked over to where her wand had landed and picked it up, inspecting it.

Morgana watched her, a bit sad that her spell hadn't worked the way she wanted it to. "Will I ever get a wand?"

The question had caught (Y/N) off guard. She didn't quite know the answer, but from what she had seen the other day, no one in Camelot seemed to use wands. "If you haven't needed one before, I don't think you'll need one now. Your magic is far different from mine, so who knows if the same principles apply anyway." (Y/N) said, tucking her wand safely back in between her folded jeans.

Morgana slumped back into her bed, covering herself with the sheets. "How am I supposed to know if I need a wand? It wasn't too long ago that I even found out I had magic... perhaps if I ask my sister," She muttered.

"Oh, you've a sister?" (Y/N) asked, making her way back to Morgana's bed. She sat next to her, the disappointed look on Morgana's face stirring an uneasiness inside her.

"Morgause," Morgana confirmed. "She promised me that she would teach me to wield my magic, but I haven't seen her in quite a while. I'm afraid to think the worst of her absence," She continued.

(Y/N) slouched down until she was face to face with Morgana, and smiled a gentle smile, searching her mind for the right words. "I don't know much about your sister, but I'm sure she hasn't abandoned you. Perhaps she's just waiting for the right time to show up." (Y/N) shrugged slightly.

Morgana nodded, recognizing the genuine concern on (Y/N)'s face. "Have you any siblings?"

(Y/N) clicked her tongue as images from the war began to flood her mind. She paused for a second, then pursed her lips. "No... but I have two best friends who are like my brothers," She said, trying to fake a smile, but the sadness in her eyes gave her away.

"Do you miss your home?"

"Dearly. It's only been a day, but I still think... or rather hope, that is still some cruel prank that Fred and George are pulling on me." (Y/N) shook her head, motioning toward her chest. "But something... something like a hole in my heart tells me it's not, and I can't seem to shake the feeling that I may never get home." Her lip trembled, and she quickly took it in between her teeth, biting hard until the taste of blood flooded her mouth. (Y/N) hated crying in front of people, especially if she hardly knew them. She buried her face into the pillow, letting out a muffled groan.