Morgan sat idly, cheek in palm, trying to pay cognate attention in her General Pysch class. Her mind was fading fast and she couldn't help but think of her coming presentation in her advanced literature class. They were beginning a unit on Arthurian legend and had to research specific characters throughout the legends. She was torn between Morgan le Fay and Guinivere. She was somewhat partial to le Fay because she just so happened to be her favorite heroic woman of all times, but that would probably be set aside. In fact, considering the fact that it was a group project, her opinion would probably be set aside….again.
She was drifting further into her daydreams when Merlin poked her with the lead of his mechanical pencil. "You know all of this is gonna be on the mid-term." He whispered with a coy smile. Morgan turned with a less than appreciative glare. "I'm paying attention." She lied, re adjusting her cheek upon her palm. "Mmhmm, sure." He chuckled, turning back to scribble more notes into his spiral about the functions and parts of the human brain. Morgan was far from it, her notebook paper was proof with her random doodles or horses and a small heart in the far corner.
Class blurred by and the class shuffled out, leaving Morgan and Merlin walking slowly along the corridors and into the quad on campus. She shifted her notebooks in her arms as they walked, silently at first. Morgan had recently transferred in because her old major wasn't working so well anymore, and her older sister Morgause had suggested it was a good school. So far, she had been right. She quite enjoyed her creative writing major, with a minor in history. It suited her, not Psychology like Merlin. He was too far into the human brain for Morgan's own comfort. He was always trying too hard to analyze someone or their habits. It was probably why he was still single. Then again that Freya girl had been hanging around him for a while, so she most likely fancied him.
"Do you want to get together this weekend to study for the Pysch midterm?" he asked, almost too enthusiastically. " I can't….sorority retreat. Well…that's what they're calling it. It's probably just a party." The annoyance lingered in her eyes as she turned her grey eyes to the pace of her boots. "Why are you even in there? I mean those girls are so shallow and only care about two things. Sex and alcohol. That's so not…not you." Morgan scoffed a small laugh and looked back up to him with a smirk. "You don't think I'm a partier?" Merlin tossed his head back in a hearty laugh. "Morgan? Morgan Elaine Faye a Partier? Please don't tell me you're serious." Morgan glared at him before giving a swift punch to his arm. "I've been to parties before. Mister Merlin Emerson. I have had alcohol before and danced with men." Merlin simply shook his head. "No..Morgan, that was wine, and men being me, That Pendragon guy you like and me." Morgan stopped walked, jaw clenched. "I do not like Arthur Pendragon Merlin. He is so not my type." Merlin rocked on his heels with a slight shrug. "That's not what your doodles say. Just because you erase them, doesn't mean I haven't noticed." Morgan rolled her eyes and huffed a heavy sigh and walked past him briskly. "But you don't like him so it doesn't matter, right?"
Morgan said a brief 'see you later' to Merlin and headed back into her apartment. She slumped her backpack against one of the chairs and flopped down like a weak rag doll, face first onto the couch, arms listlessly along the side. Natalie looked up from the top of her People, raising a slight eyebrow. " Gana, what's wrong?" she asked softly in her friendly pet name. Morgan muffled something incoherent from her pillow and folded her arms in. Natalie heaved a sigh and plopped her magazine down onto the coffee table. She scooted into a side of the couch, and rubbed small circles in Morgan's back. "Morgan…hun..what's wrong?" With a small moan, she rose her head slowly up to face her soft faced friend. Natalie smiled and brushed a few dark curls away from her face. "Is it that Arthur guy again? " Morgan sighed and placed her head back into her folded arms. "Morgan…you…you really like him don't you? Have you told him? Please tell me you've at least talked to him." Natalie brushed more curls from her face and leaned down a little to meet her grey gaze, with her own piercing blue eyes. "I…I have talked to him. He's in our brother fraternity. We..we've exchanged words." With a small chuckle, Natalie cupped her face and pulled her up. "Morgan….you need to go talk to him."