When Arthur Pendragon was asked to go to the headmaster's office – his father's ones, to be precise – he didn't consider the possibility something life-altering for him was about to happen. In fact, he didn't thought anything in particular that differed much from "How often will I have to tell him I don't want to spend the holidays with him and rather hang out with my mates in London?", when he entered and sat down in front of his father's desk without being asked to.
And yes, he was the only person who did that, but he was seventeen and in a late phase of teenage rebellion before entering 6th form.
"Hello Arthur, please sit down.", asked his father and curled a corner of his lips that transferred a whole wave of disappointment. Arthur thumbed a rhythm on his calve he had angled on his other leg.
"You asked me to see you?"
"Yes, Arthur, there was a matter I'd like to discuss with you. You know, the term will be over in two months..."
"And I still don't want to fly to Nice with you."
"...would you please hear me through?", Uther Pendragon put his glasses on, already a bit annoyed by his son's behaviour. Maybe the matter he liked to discuss would just serve him right, "And you know, in 6th form you'll have your single room, just like you have recently, but, as this is usually not intended for 5th form students, I have to ask you to accommodate the new student in your chambers, uh, room."
Arthur, who had been staring distractedly out of the window, snapped back to look at Uther. "...what?"
"Well, you know, there are the same rules for everybody, and neither can I treat your matters differently just because you are my son, nor do we have space anywhere else for the scholarship boy, I already asked Gaius."
Arthur sighed. If Gaius, the boarding guarantor, already hadn't found a compromise, it was impossible for him to find one. And although he loved his single room for two – who didn't love to have twice as much space as everybody else plus the masterlevel on privacy one could get? - he realised he'd have to accommodate this scholarship guy. It could be fun.
"Okay, I see, I don't have a choice, and it's just for two months, so... Who is he?"
Uther smiled, thinking at least he hadn't ruined his son completely in demeanour.
"Merlin Emrys, Camelot Foundation's scholarship holder. He'll move in with you on Monday."
