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So Yes children, here is that word that I promised that one time then never gave to you…SO YEAH! Here it be! Um….yeah I thought I'd get a little more reviews for the last chapter than I did but whatever, it happens!

Haha I hope you guys still enjoy :)

Foist: to Force upon or impose fraudulently or unjustifiably.

Harold let a loud yawn escape from his lips as his tired eye lids began to droop lower over his brown eyes.

The middle aged guard absentmindedly fiddled with the pointy tip of his spear while he thought of how many times this kid would be thrown in the dungeons for sorcery, until someday everyone would just laugh when he was once AGAIN accused.

Honestly, did this kid even look like sorcery material? The lanky boy could barely keep on his own two feet, what could make people think that he would have the ability to preform a spell which required ABSOLUTE concentration and a lot of skill?

Nope, not this kid.

This was like the third time this year the boy, Merlin, had been framed for the act of practicing magic. He probably lost count how many times, in the time he'd spent in Camelot he'd been thrown in this exact same dungeon, by the exact same guard:

Himself.

Harold smiled to himself and let his eyes drift up to stare at the young man who was sitting in the corner playing with a piece of hay, not even worrying, probably figuring out ANOTHER way to escape for the sixth hundredth time.

Luckily, since the boy was always proven innocent in the end, and everyone just kinda of, forgot, Harold the guard was never punished for not watching carefully enough.

It was getting late, and this was about the time Harold pretended to fall asleep and somehow, the boy would get a hold of his keys, (or find some other way to worm his way out) escape the guards, the warning bell would ring, and he would find somewhere safe to hide until he was proven innocent by the prince.

Harold looked up to find the dark haired boy staring at him, waiting for when he would finally fall asleep.

Instead, the brown haired guard yawned and looked around to make sure the cost was clear. Casually, he took the keys off his belt and began to twirl them around his finger. Then, with a well aimed shot, 'accidentally' threw them into Merlin's cell which landed neatly by his feet.

Harold could almost feel when the boy's head shot up to try and stare straight at him. He kept his eyes close though and pretended to be asleep.

A few seconds later he could hear the kid quietely get up, grab the keys and make his way over to the cell door and unlock it with soft, [i]click.[/i]

Ever so stealthily, the boy placed the keys right next to the guard and whispered, "thanks, Harold." And scurried off to unveil the latest threat to Camelot.

Harold smiled the whole time he chased him around.

So what did you think? This had been on my mind for a while just HOW many times has Merlin been thrown in the dungeons for sorcery? Okay not THAT many but still...i thought it was kinda funny. Haha alright! Umm so yeah! That's what I got for you today and sorry i haven't been able to post more, school and REALLY bad complications with drivers stuff and my phone...rrggg but yeah! I hope you enjoyed!

Please review! :D

Next up: (I know what it is this time! :D) Métier: an occupation, especially in which one excels.

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