A familiar tone interrupted Arthur's train of thought. He'd been wondering – again – where on earth Merlin was. His friend never seemed to have cultivated the ability to be where he was supposed to be at the time he was supposed to be there. Arthur put his annoyance to one side for the moment as he took his phone out of his pocket and glanced down at the screen, wondering who the text was from. New Message. Morgy P. What on earth did she want?
It had a couple of years since his half sister had moved out of the family home. There'd been a huge bust up, and she'd left, screaming abuse at him and his dad, swearing she never wanted to see either of them again and that she hoped they'd both drop dead. She hadn't even turned up to their dad's funeral, but as Arthur had been scared silly about what might happen if she did, that was a blessing in disguise, especially as she'd probably been the cause of him going to an early grave anyway. And ever since then, whenever she showed up, it had been bad news for everyone. She'd tried, for example, to put a spanner in the works with him and Gwen, even though Gwen had once been her best friend. They certainly hadn't spoken for months now, and so Arthur was mystified – and not a little anxious – about why she had suddenly got in touch.
He pressed the open key and looked down at the text:
hey bruv, jst thort U shud kno, yr m8 Merlin is in2 magic bg time! :-O BTW, shame he didnt tel u. LOL! Mrgna
And as he stood, staring in shock at the message, he could hear ringing in his ears the maniacal tone in her LOL.