Author: Me and Medivh had a brief fling again. I think he's taken a liking to me. It's mildly flattering.

Disclaimer: If I owned WoW, Medivh would show up in more than just a ghost in Karazhan.

Counterspell Boredom

"Why'd you light his hair on fire?" Lothar muttered as Medivh feigned innocence convincingly to all but those who were familiar with him.

"I didn't do that!" Medivh protested, righteous indignation in his voice as he stood prudently out of the way.

"Then what did you do?" Lothar drawled, turning his attention from the irate ambassador to his friend.

"I cast counterspell," Medivh answered simply, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Oh? On what?" the warrior inquired, incredulity thick in his voice.

The smile that had been threatening on Medivh's face bloomed into a full grin. "Counterspell boredom."

Lothar blinked then sighed and shook his head. "Why did I even bother asking…"

"You know, you're lucky that you have friends in high places and that your father is the court conjurer," Llane said as he walked over, his arms crossing over his chest. The boy already carried a regal air that Medivh felt would only mature in the years to come.

Medivh buffed his nails against his tunic. "You were bored, too."

"Still, that doesn't mean that you can maim heads of state," Llane reproached.

Medivh shrugged nonchalantly. "It's nothing that can't be fixed," Medivh replied. "It didn't even hurt him. Just startled him."

"How can you be so sure?"
"I'm already one of the strongest—if not the strongest—mage in Azeroth, perhaps in any of the Eastern Kingdoms," Medivh drawled.

"So you admit to it?"

"Did I say anything of the sort?" Medivh replied, contained mischief in his voice.

Llane sighed. "I had forgotten why we never took you to political functions."

Medivh laughed. "There's never a dull moment with me around, for certain."

Llane gave him a look of exasperated amusement as Lothar shook his head in resignation.

Medivh gave them a cheerful smile. "Come, come. There are better things to be doing that sitting inside being bored out of our skulls."

Medivh caught a bemused but relieved look pass between the king and his future champion and snickered quietly.

"You know that you will never be able to avoid court entaglments entirely ever," Llane drawled and Medivh shrugged.

"If I'm not in court, how can I be bothered with it?" Medivh replied.

"You're not thinking of running away, are you?" Lothar asked warily.

Medivh scoffed. "And leave all the food behind? No, no, I've just found a place where I want to live once I'm old enough to bid you all farewell without too many terrible reprecutions."

"Oh?" Llane asked and Lothar looked curious in spite of his better judgement.

Medivh nodded, eyes becoming distant. "You know Deadwind Pass?"

"Why would you want to live there, there's nothing but—"

"There's magic there, Lothar," Medivh murmured distractedly. "It's a nexus, a crossraods of massive amounts of magic. Ley-lines intercect there. It's the perfect place for a mage to live, to be surrounded by such power."

Medivh had been distantly aware of the hunger that had slowly suffused his voice, and how it was discomfiting his friends.

They'll never truly understand, Medivh thought as he looked at his friends, and a strange flash of disgust shivered through him at their ignorance, their mortal physicality. Magic was a path to power and knowledge beyond anything normal humans could comprehend and—

Medivh caught himself and gave his friends a small, cautious smile. "But that's the future. Right now I plan on escaping, and you can feel free to join me or simmer in the boredom that meetings easily provide."

"All the talk is confusing, and I need fresh air. I haven't had time to practice recently," Lothar said off-hand, which made Llane sigh.

"I guess they can do without the heir-apparent for a while," Llane murmured.

"Well, now that we're in agreement, shall we?" Medivh only half-asked as a teleportation spell swirled around them, and whisked them away from the palace.