Merlin trudged up the hill, because [i]of course[/i] Pendragon mansion had to be at the very peak of a huge freaking [i]hill[/i], and hefted his backpack up higher on his shoulders. He moved as slowly as possible, trying to drag out his free and sanity for as long as he could. But all too soon he was at the front doors-[i]'so freaking huge is that even necessary?[/i]- with a butler opening it slightly to see him. With a small nod and a step to the side, the butler waved him in. Merlin shifted his feet and pushed his [url=http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lleztw1TBa1qfhacro1_1280.png]glasses[/url] further up his nose, as they'd slid down during his hike up to the mansion. He awkwardly sidestepped the butler and waited for him the close the door.

"Follow me, sir." The butler called, already walking away. With a sigh, Merlin followed him through a few halls and a set of stairs, coming upon a door that looked slightly more ornate than the others. The butler knocked. "Young Master, the tutor your father hired is here." And then the butler walked away. Merlin looked after him with a grim expression. He couldn't say no to Mr. Pendragon when he was given the proposition. Not because it was a lot of money- [i]because it actually wasn't[/i]- but because you don't say [i]no[/i] to the person who pays for your scholarship. As he heard shuffling behind the door, Merlin tried his best to cover up the withering glare he always sported when surrounded by all things rich. Especially this prat, who he of course knew about. He knew his type to. Arrogant, selfish, and annoying.

He really didn't want to be here.