Chapter 11
Warning/s: None.
A/N: Sorry this took such a long time. Had a bit of writer's block and the like.
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Quote for the chapter: AmazingPhil: Are you Jesus?
danisnotonfire: Yes. Yes I am.
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"Oh...oh, no. Oh, heavens, that isn't good," Freya squeaks in surprise as a spark wheedles past her ear, emitting a low-pitched hum. She looks down at the mixture spilt on the table, swirling together to create a colourful mirage of liquids, which is still spitting gaudy yellow fireworks.
Merlin yells over the droning, trying to vanish the potion. The stubborn, now murky-brown pool stays and chooses to carry on vomiting sparks.
"Merlin!" Arthur yells, running into the tower. "What the hell are you doing? There are sparks, flying around the castle, singing!"
As if to prove his point, one drifts past his ear, whistling softly.
"Something went wrong!" Merlin shrieks back.
"What?"
"I knocked them over and they mixed and they really shouldn't have!"
"Oh, for-"
The table explodes.
A few rogue sparks sprint out the door. The others dissolve into the air with a few pops.
Arthur starts to scold Merlin, who folds his arms defiantly and starts to argue back.
Freya thinks she's going to like it here.
A/N: So here we are guys. The end of the story. Thanks to everyone who's followed and favourited and especially to those who have reviewed.