The morning sun was painting the sky purple and pink as Morgana began to wake up. The sleeping potion Agravaine made had worn off, and Morgana knew as soon as she became aware of her surroundings that she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Sighing, she threw the covers off and sat up.

"Milly," she said softly. The house elf appeared with a 'pop'.

"Yes miss?"

"Breakfast please."

Milly bowed unnecessarily. "Yes miss." She disappeared the same way she appeared and Morgana got out of the bed and slipped on her dressing gown.

She began heading towards the kitchen but before she could descend the stairs, she felt something pull at her magic. She froze and tried to listen past the silence of the early morning. Stepping away from the stairs, Morgana wandered down the hall towards the guest rooms. Her pace quickened, knowing exactly where the pull was coming from.

Morgana stopped in front of the bedroom door and waited. For a moment she thought she had been imagining things, but a whimper coming from inside made her open the door. Mordred was tossing and turning in his sleep, whimpering and mumbling.

"Mordred," she said softly, trying to wake him. He frowned in his sleep and Morgana wondered if that's what she looked like when she had nightmares. "Mordred," she repeated, placing a hand on his arm.

Mordred jolted awake with his arms flailing so wildly that Morgana had to use her magic to restrain him. Eventually he calmed down as recognition crossed his face.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice raw and shaky.

"I should be asking you that," Morgana answered calmly.

Mordred rubbed his face. "Just a bad dream…" He eyeballed her. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here."

He chuckled. "You know what I mean."

Morgana shrugged. "I felt your magic."

"Oh…I didn't wake you did I?" He sighed in relief when she shook her head. "What time is it?"

"Sun's coming up," she said, standing from his bedside. "Milly is making breakfast."

Mordred nodded. "I'll meet you downstairs."

This was not the first time Morgana and Mordred watched the sun come up. The first night of Mordred's stay, they stayed awake long after the sun had risen. Exploding Snap kept them up for hours, awakening the competitiveness in the both of them. Despite the sleep deprivation, Mordred had been very animated at breakfast. He even managed to make Agravaine laugh; an easy feat now that the older man knew for a fact that Mordred and Morgana's relationship was strictly platonic.

This morning, however, was a complete contrast to the way Mordred was behaving now. He quietly sat at the table and pushed his food around his plate.

Tired of him moping, Morgana cleared her throat. "You're going to hurt Milly's feelings if you don't eat."

Having already expressed his fondness for the house-elf, Mordred immediately speared some sausage and nibbled at it. Morgana bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at him.

"You two are up awfully early," Agravaine greeted. "Or have you even been to bed?"

"Sleeping potion wore off," Morgana explained. "I came down for breakfast and Mordred joined me right after."

"Mm hm," he hummed suspiciously. "What are your plans for today?"

"Trouble," Mordred immediately answered.

Agravaine sighed. "Well if you both could keep your 'trouble' away from the library until later this afternoon, I would appreciate it."

To honor her guardian's request, Morgana and Mordred stayed in her room. She read through the Daily Prophet and a particularly amusing letter from Daphne, while Mordred flipped through a few of his new textbooks.

"'Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century was Completely Pointless-discuss'…is Binns serious?"

"I told you not to wait until the last minute to do your work."

"Ugh," Mordred groaned. "When can we stop taking history?"

Morgana grinned. "Sixth year."

Mordred flipped his book shut and put it aside. "Can't wait."

"Well…" Morgana started thoughtfully, "You have to take your O.W.L.s first."

Mordred made a face. "What?"

"Ordinary Wizarding Levels. It's supposed to assess us on everything we've learned."

Groaning again, Mordred sprawled out on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. "But why history?"

Morgana rolled her eyes. "You sound like Merlin."

"Oh!" She must have triggered something in his memory, because Mordred quickly got to his feet and ran down the hall. He returned out of breath but with a letter in his hands. "He wrote me and I forgot all about it," Mordred said, offering the letter to Morgana.

She took it and glared at her friend once she realized the letter was still sealed. "You didn't even read it."

"Well then read it."

Sighing, Morgana opened the letter and began to read it.

'Mordred,

I still don't know what we're doing in Romania. I know it has something to do with the dragons and the Ministry, but mum and dad won't tell me exactly what. Whatever it is, it got dad a few tickets to the World Cup! Maybe we'll run into each other at the match. Dad's also got a few Dragon keepers training me, so I should have a few things to show you when we get back to school. Give Morgana my best.

-Merlin

P.S. I'm not doing your potion's homework for you. Morgana would kill us both. I'm sure she'd help if you'd just ask her.'

Morgana looked up from the letter to find Mordred smiling innocently at her. She snorted in laughter and refolded the letter. "Wonder what the Ministry's up to."

Mordred shrugged. "Dunno, but it got him some tickets."

"Hm." Perhaps Aggravaine knew what was going on. Maybe I'll ask later. "So what's this about your potions homework?" Mordred smiled again, but Morgana wasn't having any of it. "Let's do it so it's done."

Mordred frowned but took out a fresh roll of parchment anyway.

Morgana took a break from her half-finished Transfiguration homework to stretch. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was a few minutes before midnight. Yawning, Morgana stood, intent on finishing her work but in need of a break.

Mordred had stretched out across the foot of her bed and fallen asleep. Careful not to wake him, Morgana tiptoed out of her room and down the stairs for some tea.

Before she reached her destination, Morgana heard voices in the library. One belonged to Agravaine, the other, she did not recognize.

"You're sure these documents are correct?" Agravaine asked.

"Of course they are," said the second voice, sounding insulted. "Feel free to verify them against your own records."

"Forgive me, Mr. Monmouth," Agravaine apologized. "Please understand Mr. Monmouth, I've been searching for pertinent information for over a year. I would hate for all this effort to be wasted on false information."

Mr. Monmouth sighed. "I understand. It took quite a while to acquire this information, but I assure you that it is accurate."

They said their goodbyes, and Morgana heard Monmouth leave by Floo. Agravaine left the library and stopped short when he noticed his ward standing in the hallway.

"Late night wanderings?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Tea."

"Hm…may I join you?"

"Of course."

Agravaine led the way to the kitchen and started making tea. Morgana sat and watched, waiting for the inevitable question.

"So…how much did you hear?"

"Mr. Monmouth's name and something about accurate information." Morgana had no reason to lie to him.

Agravaine tilted his head to the side. "Is that all you heard?" To her nod Agravaine continued making tea and didn't say another word until he was finished. "Mr. Monmouth and I were discussing your friend Mordred," he explained, serving her tea.

Morgana's eyes widened in interest.

"It would seem you were right," Agravaine stopped to sip his tea. "I haven't verified it yet, but he seems to be from a pureblood family that was thought to have died out."

"So there are no living relatives at all?" she asked. "Not even distant?"

Agravaine shook his head. "No. His last living relative would have been his grandfather, who died ten years ago."

Morgana frowned. "Mordred was already with his adoptive family by then."

"Once I ensure this is the right family, I'll try to put the pieces of what happened together," Agravaine promised.

"Thank you," Morgana said quietly.

"You're welcome," Agravaine smiled. "I hope this pleases you. You've been short with me since Christmas."

It was true; Morgana had been cold towards him for months. She didn't reply to any of his letters while she was at school and, up until Mordred came to stay, she would only respond to Agravaine in monosyllabic sentences.

Guiltily, Morgana nodded. Pleased with himself, Agravaine smirked. "Drink your tea, then off to bed with you."

Morgana took her first sip of tea and was surprised to feel a burning sensation in her throat. "Firewhiskey," she choked out.

"I figured it would help you sleep."

Making a face, Morgana finished her tea and headed back to her room.

Mordred was still fast asleep across the foot of her bed. Swaying drunkenly, Morgana climbed in her bed, curled into a ball and fell asleep.