I really wanted to post this chapter quickly so I could get on to actual story and off the character introductions. I promise you that the next chapter will be better. Well I hope. I really enjoy reading reviews, constructive criticism is awesome and I really need it. So please tell me what you think and if you have any story ideas, send them in! I tend to think about this fan-fiction when I'm walking to and from school so any help is much appreciated. Thanks.

Disclaimer- I still do not own Merlin or its characters, however Leola is my own character and not based on anybody. Of you want to use her in your fan-fics, please do, it would be interesting to see her in new situations! But if you do please say she is mine, you vanity and all. I am trusting you lovely people.

The apartment was a small square block. One bedroom, on bathroom and a kitchen, dining room and living room squished into one. Merlin and Leola stared, Merlin in shock whilst Leola was thinking, her mind racing over possibilities. Her train of thought was quick and skimmed over ideas easily. She shut her eyes watching the rooms twist and change until she found the perfect fit. "Bingo," she had it.

"What?"

"I know what it's going to look like," she sung

"Good, where are you sleeping?"

"What do you mean?"

Merlin gestured to the floor of the bedroom. "Floor or bed?"

Leola muttered to herself "Innuendo,"

"What?"

"Floor," She replied instantly "You have the bed" Leola chucked her back pack onto the floor and from the bottom she pulled out a sleeping bag. It was a dark blue on very small. Merlin started to laugh. Leola stuck her tongue out and unrolled it. "This place is the perfect size for someone like me," she remarked. "I'm having the blue chest of drawers," She reached over and started to pull at it. It was stuck. She hummed slightly and made sure that Merlin was too involved in his laughing before she placed her hand on it, very gently. It opened, revealing a dusty, old drawer. She smiled inwardly and placed her clothes inside.

Merlin stared at the mess of a back-pack that he had made. He had thought his magic was strong enough to at least keep the bag organised. Sighing he pulled open a wardrobe, which proceeded to fall apart at his touch. It was Leola's turn to laugh now. She smiled at Merlin, a smile that seemed to come from her eyes to her mouth. Her eyes were laughing and dancing and Merlin couldn't help but lose himself into them. They were a sky blue but around the pupil yellow streaks of sunlight seemed to burst out. The iris was outlined in a deep blue that contrasted with the sky blue of the centre. Merlin found himself joining in and before long they were gasping for air. "Leola, you're an idiot,"

"Merlin, you thought I was a guy, think about who's the idiot,"

"You said your name was Leo!"

"My voice isn't that low!"

"It is,"

"Not," This banter continued on for longer than it should have. It only stopped when both of them realised a feeling. Hunger.

Leola decided to look into the tiny fridge. There was nothing. All the cupboards were bare and it was Sunday. The shops are always shut when you need them most. She thought back to her packing, did she bring food? Maybe, she usually did.

Arthur rolled over in his sleep. Tiredness was something he didn't suffer from, due to the long lazy naps during class and other important events. Except parties. He was the life and soul of the party, or so he thought, which was why he constantly slept. "Conserving his energy", which was highly unlikely, seeing as all he did was talk to people who were "less important" than him. Basically Arthur was (and always had been) a complete dollop head. Nobody else came close to his dollop headedness. He really was the meaning of dollop head.

Sun shot Merlin in the eye. He blinked, trying to get his vision back, when a wonderful smell of bacon filled his nose. One of the few things in the world to get people up is bacon frying; Leola knew this and was cooking rashers to wake "Mr Sleepyhead" up.

"Leola, where did you get bacon from?"

"The shop, which got it from a farmer who-"

"I get that, but it's like 6 in the morning!"

"I wake up at 4, which I need to stop," Pulling a pen from almost thin air she wrote a note to herself. When she wasn't concentrating on the bacon, Merlin moved closer to the smell. Gosh, he loved bacon. He moved closer and said, "How do you know when it's done?" right in Leola's ear. She startled and after that everything went quickly, she knocked the pan; it flew up into the air and boiling hot oil started to fall from the pan. Right on top of Leola.

Merlin had followed the pan, he had to act quickly. It meant forfeiting his secret to a girl he had thought was a boy two days ago, but he was the only one who could save her from being badly hurt. His eyes flashed gold and the oil froze mid air over Leola's head.

Leola had felt the pan fly up, she knew about the hot oil. On instinct she looked up, she could be blinded. She made the snap decision. Her eyes flashed gold and the oil turned to ice, right above her head.

Merlin and Leola stared at the oil. Merlin broke the silence, "I didn't freeze it," Leola responded with, "I didn't stop it from falling," They looked at each other, with the same expressions on their faces.

Arthur landed with a crash onto is floor. "What's going on?" he slurred, "Who's there?"

"Arthur?"

"Yes, father?"

"How are you finding the work?"

Arthur stared at the closed textbook on his desk, he hadn't even opened it yet, "Really good, I'm almost finished,"

"Great, an exam at 10.00 then!" Uther smiled as he walked away. There was no way on Earth that Arthur would get even a 10% on that exam. Which meant that he could get Arthur a tutor, or two.