A/N: Hello, my lovely readers! Umm...I really don't have anything to say tonight. Well, besides the fact that Google Translate is my new best friend, and the only place I can find the name Hunith is on anything related to this show. Interesting...
Just in case anyone asks, for this drabble, I'm picturing both Morgana and Gwen as being about 14 years old. It's fun to write teenage girls.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: It's not mine.
Rating: K
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Characters: Gwen, Morgana
Pairings: none
Warnings: rebellious!Morgana
Prompt: Beauty (Popular)
102. Beauty
"Gwen?"
The slender teenage girl paused in her work. "Yes, Morgana?"
Uther's ward was lying on her bed, thick tresses spread out dramatically over a half-dozen pillows.
"I don't want to go to the banquet tonight."
Gwen sighed. They'd been having arguments about this with increasing frequency. "You have to, though; it's the Prince's birthday."
The pretty face disappeared into the pillows. "I don't care; I don't want to go!"
"What do you want me to do, Morgana?"
"Well…you could always cut my hair."
Two hours later, the floor had been swept free of evidence.
Morgana's seat downstairs was empty.
Cheers!
~Melpomene