[color=00a651][h3]Michael[/h3][/color]
Michael hated her.  He decided then if he was Arthur, she was Morgan Le Fay.  Evil.  Gorgeous and graceful and clever but absolutely evil.  She was obviously the reason he’d been sent here by Merlin.  She was the thing wrong with Northwood.  Mystery solved.  He could leave now, yeah?

But, even so, when she mentioned his ‘grandmother,’ he gave her a knowing look, raising his eyebrows in what he hoped was a, [i]I’ll tell you later, please shut your mouth about that crazy[/i] and not something like [i]keep going, I dare you,[/i] though he understood the expressions looked similar.

Because even if she was related to Satan, probably, she was also the only one besides his father that knew about his ancestor and she’d told him about that Flamel guy.  That had been the last summer he’d seen her.  (He wondered now that he thought back on it if that was [i]why[/i] or if it was all a mess of coincidence).

But she might’ve known the poor dead girl and she could help, even if Ellie was absolutely his nemesis, they could form some kind of agreement to get the atmosphere at this school to be less thick with worry and sadness and even if this was only the first year here, no one deserved to learn in a place where they were afraid and no one was telling them anything.

He didn’t grit his teeth and ask her to leave like he wanted to, though.  Instead he gave her a bright grin as he picked up his fork.  And then he deliberately turned to look at Maribeth.  [color=00a651]“It’s great to meet you, Maribeth.  I am so, so sorry you have to room with this harpy.  If you ever need to escape her, let me know and I’ll help you get away.”[/color]

In truth he wondered how the girl would fare with his old friend.  As it were, she seemed to shrink in on herself and Ellie could be a bit overbearing when she was caught up in something.  But she was pretty.  He reminded her of a fairy, tiny and pretty with long hair.  It wouldn't break his heart to hang out with her even if he had to deal with her roommate.

[i]Then[/i] he turned to the aforementioned harpy.   “[color=00a651]This is Kiddo.  And would you quit it with the Brit-speak?  You’re going to scare people.  No one here knows what sixes and sevens means.”[/color]  He looked at Kiddo finally, nearly dropping his spoon when he saw the kid’s shaking hands.  The knuckles were white and was that sweat dropping from his brow?

“Shite, mate,” Damn Ellie and her accent bringing it out in him, “You all right?”  He touched the kid’s back, all thoughts of Ellie and Merlin and Natalie Coleman because he looked awful.  He’d been fine a second ago.