Merlin was heading for a stroll in the park. He was very fond of his four brothers, but it was nice to get out of the noisy house. The park was like a free space in his chaotic everyday life. The grass was hauntingly green – a beautiful contrast to the blue pond. As soon as Merlin got home, another contrast hit him. His entire family was noisy – more noisy than usual. Percival and Leon were giggling and talking loudly, whilst Owain was banging on the piano. Mother was her usual self, taunting Father with something he didn't care about.
"What's going on?" Merlin tapped Percival on the shoulder to get his attention.
"A gentleman has moved into the castle. His name is Mr Gwaine Bingley," Leon giggled, interrupting Percival, who had finally answered Merlin's question.
"If you could focus for a minute," Merlin sighed.
"Mother is trying to convince dad to greet the man, but Father is saying no."
"I think he is teasing her," added Leon. Percival nodded to show he agreed. "He is so very handsome." Leon's nodding became more exaggerated, and they turned against one another, and proceeded with their giggling.
"Owain!" Mother yelled across the room, trying to be heard over the piano playing. "Will you please stop playing the piano for just one second? It sounds horrible!" Owain stopped playing, slammed the piano close and ran upstairs.
Merlin took a big leap so he stood beside his mother. "Please don't be so insensitive to him. You know how he can get." He looked worried at his mum, who just rolled her eyes, and proceeded begging her husband, who was right about fed up.
"Alright! Alright!" Merlin was right. His father was fed up. "I shall go greet Mr Bingley at once, if that is all I can do to make you silent, woman."