The weeks have been dragging by. Merlin is still no closer now than he was in the beginning while trying to get everyone to remember. There have been a few noticeable differences though. For one, he is pretty sure he has been causing a lot of them to get headaches. He would be there, reliving a conversation he had already had with them a long time ago before they would begin to rub their temples. The only problem is that the memories seem to vanish as soon as they come.

He has also noticed the 'knights', as he still prefers to refer to them, during their training practice. They have all seemingly taken their swords back up almost as if they had never parted. He can tell that subconsciously their bodies are trying to relay the old techniques but their muscles are still trying to readjust. They're not in the same bodies once used for hours of daily vigorous training. The memory obtained in muscles through constant repetition is going to take a while to set. Merlin could tell this also frustrated them in the act of sparring. Subconsciously they knew they should be better than they were. It's a little strange for him also to be back on equal terms with Gwen. They had always been good friends ever since he first arrived in Camelot, but the dynamic had changed once she married Arthur and became queen. He's also pretty sure she is back to having that crush she used to have on him when they were younger. He couldn't help but laugh to himself when he figured that out again. For now he could tell she was still back to her slightly insecure babbling. The kind where she tends to downright speak her mind and only realize her words afterwards when she tries to compensate. That happened the first time they met.

…

It was after Merlin's first run-in with Arthur. To get him out of jail, his caretaker Gaius had to propose a deal landing Merlin in the stocks. Regardless of the outcome, he took on the challenge with a smile on his face. Young and carefree he was when he first arrived to Camelot. Even as all the young children laughed while throwing rotten fruits and vegetables. Gwen hadn't officially introduced herself until she happened to be passing by and all the children ran to stock up on more throwing supplies. She approached Merlin.

"I'm Guinevere but most people call me Gwen. I'm the Lady Morgana's maid."

"Right. I'm Merlin." He attempts to stretch out his hand for her to shake. "Although most people just call me idiot."

"No! No, no. I saw what you did. It was so brave."

"It was stupid."

"Well I'm glad you walked away, you weren't going to beat him."

"Oh, well, I could beat him."

She peers down at him. "You think? Because you don't look like one of these big muscly kind of fellows."

"Thanks."

"No! No! I'm sure you're stronger than you look… It's just um… Arthur's one of these rough, tough save the world kind of men and…well…"

"What?"

"You don't look like that."

Merlin quickly glances around and motions for her to lean in closer. "I'm in disguise."

She laughs, "Well it's great you stood up to him."

"You think so?"

"Arthur's a bully. And… everyone thought you were a real hero."

"Really?" She nods. That's when all the children come back with new food to throw at him. "Oh, excuse me Guinevere but my fans are waiting." She runs out of there before she could get pelted as well.

…

Merlin has also noticed that Gwen and Hermione have become really close as well. And Hermione and Gillie. That is, when the girl is actually around. Most of the time she has a tendency to just disappear and not a soul seem to know where. Today she even missed training. He found himself asking Harry and Ron if they knew where she went but they hadn't known either. He finally had to give up by the time dinner rolled around. His presence would likely be noticed if he was absent form it. There is no way you don't notice an empty chair at the round table. Everyone thus far seem to be doing rather well; however, Merlin still isn't keen on the realization that Nimueh is back but so far she doesn't seem to remember anything either. He couldn't help but quickly glance her way as he passed by that smaller rectangular table sitting there. So far she appears harmless enough but he felt that exact same way before she poisoned him all those years ago and tried to kill Arthur. Perhaps he's just wary because she was one of the only enemies to figure out his secret and use it against him. Then another idea struck him. How are things going to change now that all the knights have magic of their own? How are they going to feel when they finally do remember? Dinner passed further along but Merlin just ignored most of it. That is until he saw Hermione sneaking in through the doors to her seat at the other table. Where did she go? This is going to drive him to insanity.