Sorryyyyy. I know this took me way too long. School stuff, people stuff, you know how it is. Seriously, RL is such a nuisance. But anyways. Here we go, another chapter. Any constructive criticism is always welcomed, please and thank you :) Thanks so much for all the continued support, I love reading your reviews.

Just to answer a few questions that again I think could be answered to all the readers at large: no there is no magic in this story. The reason I named it what I did is rather cheesy - how ordinary lives can have their own magic with the right people and all that silliness :P And the reason Morgana has become the way she has will, just like with the Oswald thing, be revealed with time. If anyone has any other questions about the fic or whatever, please don't hesitate to ask.

"Oi, Merlin! Dinner!" Arthur called up the hall before trotting down the stairs. He smirked as he heard a sudden bang and an 'ow!' before a door slammed and Merlin appeared beside him. "What did you do? Fall off your bed?"

"Shut up," growled Merlin, his red face admitting that yes, that's exactly what happened. They walked through to the dining room together where Hunith was placing a bowl of salad in the middle of the table, four plates of sausages and mash already set out. Hunith turned to them, her smile turning into a light frown.

"Did you call Morgana as well?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "She would have heard me."

"Arthur," Hunith reprimanded, "You should stop ignoring your sister. I don't appreciate a cold war going on in my own home."

Merlin silently took his place at the table as they spoke, already shoving a sausage into his mouth. He tended to avoid these kinds of talks when possible. Arthur simply rolled his eyes as he went to sit next to Merlin. "It's not like I started it. She's rude to me, and she's rude to you, Mom."

Hunith looked ready to answer but at that moment Morgana appeared in the doorway, looking as sour as ever. She went and silently sat down at the head of the table, leaving Hunith to sit opposite Arthur. By this time Merlin's potato was almost gone and he was already halfway through his second sausage. "Merlin, slow down or you'll choke," she admonished half-heartedly, knowing from experience it wouldn't make much difference.

"Or get the hiccups," smirked Arthur, elbowing him, remembering when he'd eaten breakfast too fast and ended up trying to subdue a nasty case of the hiccups all through a morning assembly.

Merlin, naturally, ignored them both. "At least remember to have some salad," Hunith said. Merlin reached out and grabbed some cucumber, which Hunith apparently took as a victory and began to chop up her own sausages. It was silent for the next ten minutes and only slightly awkward, everyone focused on their meal, until Hunith finally turned to Morgana.

"You aren't eating, honey."

Morgana, sitting rigid on her chair with her arms crossed, sighed loudly. "Not interested. Can I leave now?"

Arthur forced down his immediate retort with the chunk of potato in his mouth, and felt Merlin tense slightly beside him.

"Are you not hungry?" asked Hunith.

"I believe that's what I said," was the snide reply. "So can I go? I told Morgause I would hang out tonight."

Hunith tried to hide the hurt obviously showing. "Morgana, you're with Morgause every day. Your family hardly sees you anymore."

"Yes, I can see you're all very broken up about it," Morgana snapped, standing up. "Whatever, I don't need your permission." She turned and stormed out, leaving a heavy silence behind that was only cut by the sound of the front door slamming.

Hunith sighed and looked back down at her own food. Merlin was suddenly pretending his fork was the most interesting thing in the world. But Arthur glared at the empty space where his sister had been. "I hate family dinners," he said. Hearing a sniffling sound opposite him, Arthur quickly turned to his mother. "No, Mom, I didn't mean - "

"It's okay, Arthur," she said, looking up at him. Her smile was small. "Morgana's going through a phase. We, as her family, just have to wait it out. She'll come around."

Arthur didn't reply, not wanting to upset her further, but he silently disagreed. As long as that Morgause was around, corrupting Morgana and feeding her whatever venom she was feeding her, Morgana would never see sense. She would never truly understand what she was doing.

"But I mean, don't you think Mom's going easy on her? She acts like Morgana's just misguided, or whatever, but truth is she's become a total - "

"Arthur, I've heard this speech before, you know that right?"

Arthur was leaning against his brother's doorframe, Merlin sprawled out on his bed looking tired. "Well, doesn't it bother you?"

"Arthur - "

"Doesn't it?"

"Of course it bothers me!" Merlin snapped, sitting up. "But I'm not going to obsess over it. No use depressing myself."

Arthur looked at the younger boy carefully. Morgana and Merlin had used to get on quite well. When Merlin had first become a part of the family, at about age six, she would be the one he went to when he got scared of what lay in the dark, and she was before even Hunith at reaching him when he woke up screaming at night, at whatever demons haunted him. Arthur had never learnt what those nightmares had been about, them only stopping when Merlin was about ten, but he had a sneaking suspicion Morgana did. She would sit with him all night, talk with him, until he fell asleep in her arms, and then she would fall asleep in his bed in case moving woke him. She had been closer to him than Arthur had for a long time, who had taken a little bit longer to get used to suddenly having an extra sibling. But ever since Morgause had moved into the neighbourhood, Morgana had grown cold and mean, and now she and Merlin didn't even speak. Now that he thought about it, in fact, Arthur could probably count on one hand how many times he had seen them in the same room together.

He assumed that was why Morgana had become such a touchy issue with Merlin. He never liked talking about her, despite Arthur's attempts, and if he couldn't manage to subtly change the subject, would often just leave the room. But still, Arthur needed to vent, and he couldn't well do it to Hunith.

Merlin sighed and slowly sank back down on his bed. "Mom says it's a phase, let's just hope she's right. Not much else we can do."

"You don't really believe that do you?"

Getting no answer, a frustrated Arthur turned and stormed to his own room.

Usually a good friend, when seeing another in distress, would put an arm around his shoulder and ask what was wrong and how he could fix it.

A best friend (or even a group of best friends), however, would laugh and tell him this was what he got. Which is exactly what Arthur, Elyan, Percival and Gwaine did upon seeing the wild look of distress in Leon's eyes as they joined him and Lancelot out on the grass near the cafeteria. "And now you finally understand what we meant by 'too many responsibilities'," said Elyan with a grin. "One guy can only run so many clubs, dude."

"The dance is tomorrow," explained Lancelot, who had put an arm on Leon's shoulder, "and the band he booked wasn't approved by Uther."

Percival winced sympathetically and Arthur commented with an "ouch". Gwaine just looked sheepish.

"I told you he wouldn't allow 'The Riot' to play," Leon moaned.

"And the lesson here is to never let Gwaine make the decision," said Elyan cheerfully. "Why don't you just put a playlist together?"

"I promised a live band," said Leon. "It's the only reason half the students are going."

Arthur clapped a hand on Leon's other shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll think of something."

Leon just sighed and continued to look forlorn.

"Actually," Lancelot perked up. "I might know someone." Leon looked to him like he was an angel telling him the new christ had been born. "They're not big or anything, but there's this band that used to play at my old school. 'The Druids'".

Arthur was sceptical. "'The Druids'? Really?"

Lancelot smirked. "I know, the name's not much, but they're really quite good. Flexible too - they know a lot of genres."

"Do you know how I can contact them? Would they be busy? Do you have their number?" Leon asked in rapid succession. Lancelot pulled out his mobile.

"I'll call them now," he said, and stepped away from the group, dialling the number.

Leon grinned and flopped back on the grass, his arms spread out. "Thank god," he muttered.

"Hey, you still don't know if they'll do it or not," pointed out Gwaine, and got a kick in the shin for his troubles. "Ow! I'm just sayin'" he said sourly.

In the end, they did agree, and Leon rushed off to clear it with the principal. Strict as he was, none of them could possibly see how he could refuse someone called 'The Druids'. Arthur still shuddered at the lame name.

Lounging on the grass praying the bell for next class wouldn't ring turned into an arm wrestling match between Percival and Gwaine (the latter of which lost spectacularly every time), with the others cheering and laughing from the sidelines.

As Gwaine went down with a dramatic cry and Percival smiled triumphantly, again, Elyan looked around in apparent confusion. "Where's Gwen? Aren't you two usually glued together by now?"

Arthur sighed. "I don't know, some kind of girl stuff with Sefa. I didn't ask for details." Elyan frowned.

"I'm meant to be going to Dad's with her today for dinner, but I haven't seen her to talk about how I'm getting home." Elyan and Gwen's parents were separated, and in this case the siblings were too; Gwen with their dad, Elyan with their mom. Arthur personally couldn't imagine having siblings he didn't grow up with; Morgana, before she went all dark side, had been a fun and loving sister, and then when Merlin came along… Arthur really couldn't think what it would be like if he was taken away now. To be perfectly honest, he didn't want to think about it. So he always had sympathy for the Smith siblings, though they seemed to make it work alright.

The bell rang, dragging groans out of all of them, just as Leon reappeared looking excited. "Uther said yes; we have a band!"

"Congrats mate, knew you could do it!" said Gwaine with a grin, rubbing his sore arm as he got up.

Leon paused. "You're all coming tomorrow night, yeah?"

"Of course," said Lancelot, but as he looked around, an awkward silence met him.

"Well…"

"Oh come on, guys! This is important!" Leon said, sounding like a mix between exasperated and desperate. "I need this to be successful, the more people the better."

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. "Dude, we haven't been to a school dance since we were like, thirteen. They're kind of - "

"This will not be lame," said Leon determinedly. "Seriously, we've got lights, we've got food, we've got a band, we've got a damn fog machine! Seriously, just, do me this favour. Please?"

Arthur sighed. "Yeah alright, fine," he said, and the group gradually nodded their heads. "But you owe us big time, man."

Leon rolled his eyes. "Please. After tomorrow night, you'll be the ones owing me." He grinned. "Seriously, it's going to be great."

Oh, the foreshadowing! It's everywhere!