I do not own Merlin… Or Snow White, for that matter.
Merlin White
"Mirror, mirror," Morgana said.
"I'm not a mirror Morgana. I'm a scrying bowl." The talking scrying bowl said. It looked a lot like Gwen, because Morgana missed her deep down inside. Way deep down.
"Shut up. The word mirror sounds better. Mirror, mirror-"
"You know, I find that highly insulting, ignorant and somewhat discriminatory to the mighty race that is scrying bowls."
"FINE! Scrying bowl, scrying bowl on the wall-"
"I'm on a table numbskull."
"Whatever, I want to rhyme. Who is the fairest of them all?"
"Well, you is fine girl, but there is one who surpasses your 'fiiiiiiine' with a 'darn right fiiiiiiiiiiiiine.'" The scrying bowl replied, raising its eyebrow. Morgana growled and started kicking a wall until she calmed down.
"OK. Who?"
"Merlin."
"But- But he's a servant, with big ears and he's a boy!"
"Yeah, but look at those cheekbones! It's like magic!"
"I AM MAGIC." For some reason unbeknownst to Morgana, the Gwen-looking scrying bowl burst into laughter.
"Plus those ears are just charming."
"Fine, I agree. But one of these days I'm going to kill him."
"No. Because you can marry him and have super fine offspring."
"OMG, you're right. Let's giggle about him like schoolgirls!"
"What's a schoolgirl?"
"I have no idea."
I came up with this idea while watching videos of Merlin mashed together with romantical songs. Dunno why though. Whatever.