Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter and co. nor Marvin and Merlin. Marvin belongs to Robin Lynn Smith, and her fanfic Memores Nomine.
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The dress was beautiful, with rich scarlet undertones to the dark bodice, and lacey additions to the sleeves and overskirt. It rustled gently with movement as its wearer moved elegantly through a waltz, humming the tune sweetly. Their long, white beard contrasted nicely, as well.
"Merlin?" The elderly wizard's apprentice was frozen in the doorway, "Is that-"
"Robes!" Merlin exclaimed, "A new fashion trend amongst wizards in France, it seems! A bit frou-frou, though, I think. Maybe we should alter them for practical wear."
There was a long moment of silence while Merlin waited with baited breath to see if his most intelligent student bought Merlin's blatant lie.
"Of course," they said, slowly, a glimmer of mischief in their eyes, "I simply must introduce my friends to this new fashion."
"Do, do!" Merlin waved them off, waiting with hands clasped in front of him until his apprentice wandered off to wreak havoc with the wizarding world's future fashion sense, and picking up his waltz right where he'd left off. Dealing with upcoming witches and wizards on top of Arthur and the court entitled him to a little time to himself. All that aside, Merlin liked to feel pretty.
"That looks like a dress," a young boy named Marvin said in the future.
"Don't be ridiculous," his snobbish companion corrected, "Mum wears dresses. Wizards wear robes."
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