Arthur knows Merlin has magic. He can't understand why no one believes him. (rubberglue)
Magic Isn't Real - Arthur and others - G
"Magic. Right." Leon looks incredulously at him.
"If you say so, Love. Why don't you lie down for a little while?" Guinevere had said kindly, placating him.
"You mean like Criss Angel?" Gwaine's brows furrowed.
"Did I tackle you too hard the other day at rugby, mate?" Percival had asked, concerned.
No one got it. No one.
Yes, it's 2014. No, magic isn't real.
At least that's what Arthur thought until he saw his best friend idly making dead flowers bloom in one of Guinevere's potted plants.
And clean up his spilled tea without using a cloth or even leaving his seat.
And get a frisbee down from a tree with the flick of his fingers.
"Merlin, you're making me look like a madman," Arthur had said, finally confronting his friend.
"Well, stop telling people, Clotpole."