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Guest: Well, Arthur's gonna keep having a hard time.

Blue Jean: I don't know if I did this time. I'll let you be the judge.

"Looks like there's another iPhone out. Apparently some people buy the latest one whenever it comes out. I don't understand why."

"You mean like getting a new dress every week?"

"That was a very long time ago! I actually buy clothes less frequently than most people. I only have so many because I magically repair them so they don't wear out."

"And that's why when other people tell me they're going to wear a 70s outfit, I know they mean 1970s. When you say that I have to ask whether you mean 1970s, 1870s, 1770s, 770s, or something else."

Before class, this time Sally was talking with Morgana. "Last night I saw some fairy tales my parents used to read to me. Is there any truth in those?"

Morgana threw her hands in the air. "Very little. Can't I build a house out of candy without some weirdo thinking I eat children? Seriously, I take the guy to my candy house and he thinks I use it to lure children there so I can eat them. And don't get me started on the day I planted some beans. There was no giant's house at the top of that beanstalk, I'll tell you that."

"By the way, when's your birthday?"

"This Saturday, actually. I'm turning one thousand five hundred and thirty."

Morgana heard the bell. "Let's begin class."

"Hey, if you talk about your birthday in Camelot, we would still be on topic, right?"

"Welcome! I am glad all of you could visit us for my sister's birthday," Arthur declared.

Morgana was holding a gift box. "Oh! It's from Merlin!"

She opened it. Inside was a snake, which she grabbed. Morgana let out a squeal of delight.

"Never fear, my lady! I shall kill the snake!" a visiting knight shouted, swinging his sword at the snake. "Where is that villainous Merlin, who dares do such a thing? I will lop off his head!"

"Get that thing away!" Morgana shouted.

"I could kill it, if you'd just drop it, my lady!"

"I mean the sword!"

Another knight interjected. "Sir Harold! What are you thinking, swinging a sword so close to her? You might injure her! Allow me," he said, reaching for the snake.

Morgana hugged it. "Stop!"

Arthur spoke up. "Stop trying to kill the snake. She actually wants it. It's a present from Merlin."

Sir Harold looked confused. "Why would your sister want a snake?"

"Because she's not evil anymore but we haven't been able to stop her from being weird and creepy."

"Well, we brought her a gold necklace. Is that not something she would like?"

Morgana looked at the necklace and waved her hand. "Oh, it's a fine gift. I can put a fun enchantment on it."

"Out of curiosity, Your Majesty, what enchantment is she going to put on it?"

"I don't know. One time she enchanted my boots so that melted cheese came out of the bottom everywhere I walked. Another time she enchanted my crown so that when it was on my head, it was full of blueberries and refilled itself. Gwen just wouldn't stop reaching into my crown for blueberries."

Morgana snickered. "Come on, the blueberries were pretty funny."

"It's not funny when I ask Merlin to remove the enchantment, and he won't because he wants to keep eating the blueberries!"

"I disagree. That was funny."

"It's also not funny when Gwen keeps waving them in my face asking me to try one!"

"That was also funny. Also, you could have just tried one. They were quite delicious. No time like the present!"

"Morgana, don't you dare!"

The guests laughed at the king's sister eating blueberries out of his crown.

"Come on, Arthur, they're pretty good."

"I bet Arthur's birthday, Gwen's birthday, yours and probably Merlin's, those would have been a big deal. Did Arthur remember anyone else? Maybe his knights?" Adrielle asked.

"Well, yes."

"You know, Percival's birthday is coming up. Percival has been a good and loyal knight. I should get him something," Arthur said.

"Hmm, maybe I should get him something too," Morgana replied.

"You'd have to make sure he doesn't know it's from you. I'm sure he wouldn't even take water from you."

"Really, Arthur? I'm not that bad!"

A few hours later Morgana approached Percival, a goblet of water in her hand. He does look thirsty. "Oh, Percival!"

Percival knew the voice and immediately tensed up.

Morgana smiled sweetly. "You look thirsty. Do you want some water?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing!"

Percival backed away from the water.

"It's going to turn into worms as soon as it reaches my stomach or something!"

"That's a good idea, but no."

The knight backed away faster.

"It's the goblet! I'm going to lose all my hair the instant I touch it."

"If I wanted to do that I would just cast a spell!"

Percival began running.

Morgana casually floated behind him. "Seriously! I will shove this water down your throat if I have to."

"I'll get my own water so I don't fall hopelessly in love with Gwen while you watch!"

"Honestly, you're so imaginative! This water is the same as any other water you'll find today!"

"Help!"

The two passed by Merlin.

"Merlin! She's trying to get me to drink her water and says that all the water I find today will be the same as that!"

"That's because this water is normal, not because I'm enchanting all the other water you find today!"

Merlin examined the goblet. "Well, she's telling the truth. It's just water."

"You're in on it too?"

"Normally I would be thrilled that I did such a good job on Merlin that you can't tell whether he's conspiring with me or not. But this time, I'm not up to anything, I swear." Morgana sighed. "If you don't even want water from me, maybe I have been too hard on the lot of you. You all have been trying to avoid me and it probably doesn't help that Arthur put me in charge of training because he has to leave for a week."

Percival's eyes widened. He made a mad dash for the throne room.

"Your Majesty! Please! Anyone but her! What have any of us done to offend you?"

"Well, I want Merlin to accompany me and during Uther's reign you've been sorely lacking in training against magical threats. I thought she could help with that. How did you find out?"

"She said so. Why didn't you tell us?"

"Well, if word got out that I put Morgana in charge of training, I'm sure you all would find some place to conveniently hide for a week. It wouldn't work because she can scry."

Morgana floated in carrying the goblet of water.

"Don't be too hard on them, all right?"

"All right. I won't overwhelm you, but I will keep you on your toes. One of your jobs is to defend Arthur, since he sucks at defending himself. Merlin and I won't always be there, you know."

"I can defend myself competently!"

"Oh, really? Need we go ask Merlin about how many times he's saved your life? When you come back, I'll be working with you."

"What? No!"

"Who was it who said 'during Uther's reign you've been sorely lacking in training against magical threats'? Remind me again?"

"You tried to kill me over and over, doesn't that count?"

"Doesn't count. Merlin was the one who dealt with it."

The king groaned.

"Well, he was fine. We know you probably dealt with most of the enemies," Daniel said. "It's just funny reading all the possible explanations the textbook gives since it obviously can't say that you're a witch."

"Well, of course I did."

Arthur sighed. "How many times have I told Morgana not to leave stuff lying around?"

"How do you know it was Morgana?" Gwaine asked.

Gwaine followed Arthur down a hallway. The king pointed to a pile of immobilized Saxons.

"Oh. Yup, that's Morgana."

The witch strolled down the hallway floating another pile of Saxons behind her.

"Morgana, they don't do wonders for the aesthetics of the castle."

"Hey, we're not thrilled to be here, either," one of the men on the floor said.

"I'm just leaving them here while I get more."

"Can't you leave them in the woods?"

"They might get eaten in the woods if I leave them like this."

"What are you going to do with this many Saxons?"

"I don't know. A certain king said that the more of them I kill, the smaller the chance there is for peace."

"I did say that."

"And they insist on attacking citizens of Camelot. What else am I supposed to do with them?"

"Actually, this is a good idea. We'll offer them these prisoners in exchange for peace."

"Great! Now we just need a way to count. So, each big pile is a hundred Saxons, and each small pile is ten."

"Works for me," Gwaine said. "It's a lot better than me having to go out and fight. I'd rather go to the tavern."

"Hold on. I still have to separate the knights from the common soldiers. So these go here, and these go here."

Arthur laughed. "Morgana, you sound like you're organizing furniture."

"I may as well have been fighting furniture. Seriously, next time please give me more of a challenge." She looked at a heap of knights on the ground.

"There won't be a next time. We'll never take Camelot. It's hopeless."

Several hours later Morgana approached Arthur in the throne room. "I'll ask if two thousand one hundred forty soldiers and two hundred thirteen knights is enough to trade for peace."

"Oh, I am so glad you're on my side now. Don't ever become my enemy again, all right?"

"I was driven by hatred and revenge. But now I love you, and I love Merlin. Not in the same way, of course. So I'm here to stay, whether you like it or not." Morgana hugged her brother.

"Just don't enchant my laws to read 'King Arthur is a prat' after I sign them."

"It won't happen again."

"Good."

"I mean, why would I do that again? I have originality, you know!"

"Morgana!"

"You don't happen to summon skeletons anymore, do you?" Sylvia asked.

"Oh, I still do. Just not at my house. I could have one mow our lawn with the lawn mower that Merlin bought for some reason, but the neighbors might have interesting reactions."

"Yeah, probably. See you tomorrow!"