Settling In (Alka/open)

[Morgana le Fay]

Morgana had been instructed by Dumbledore to "settle in and see how Slytherin fits." She could do that, she supposed, even though she knew Salazar Slytherin and didn't think very much of the lippy little upstart. He was typical of male wizards in her time, to include Merlin; unlike Merlin, she hadn't been impressed by him. There weren't many that could claim to be the man that her long-time rival had been, though. It was a pity that he had been mortal; she missed the wild man more than she dared admit. She hadn't loved him, she'd never loved anyone, but Merlin had been as close as she got to it.

She finished putting her few things away rather quickly and then sat down on the bed she'd been given, staring out across the empty dorm that she'd been assigned to. If ever she'd been overwhelmed by anything, she was overwhelmed by this. It was a new world with new rules, but she was sure that she would adjust, if given just a little time. She smiled a little when Miina fluttered in and perched on her shoulder, then stroked the raven's head gently.

"What say you, Miina?" she asked it softly.

[Alka Anna Madros]

Alka was wandering and she was spying as best she could from her learnings. A good spy wasn't known very well, and... well wasn't very noticable. Like that girl with the pink hair, she wouldn't make a good spy. Everyone would remember pink hair.

She ended up following a newer student. A girl. The name she didn't know. When the raven flew in she looked incredulous, who owned a pet raven? Her cat started meowing behind her and she shooed it off. She glared at the cat who kept murring. She pointed at the cat to walk in there, maybe this girl would feed her right away. Because Alka was too busy!

[Morgana le Fay]

She was aware that she was being followed; being half-Fay heightened her senses more than most people understood. Half of her was rooted in the supernatural, and it did more than make her extremely powerful and functionally immortal. She had her limits. Loud noises disabled her very quickly, because of her powerful hearing. So, when the girl sent her cat Morgana's way, she heard her.

"It is rude to spy," she remarked, letting the cat settle in her lap and petting it. "I am an open book. Ask what you wish to know."

[Alka Anna Madros]

Alka shook her head, thinking Stupid cat.. She stepped out in the open and crossed her arms. She didn't apologise, she was not that type. Apologies were for the weak minded. She put on the fakest sweet face she could, she hadn't smiled for fun in a long time. Her eyes were the real key though, they showed her anger, her coldness.

"I want to know nothing but your name and what you are doing here." She stated crossing her arms, "And that, is my cat."

[Morgana le Fay]

She had seen many children in her life, even at the point where she was manhandled into this modern world. She had seen valliant Arthur and cold Guinevere and the traitor Lancelot in their prime; she knew many a face and many a ruse. This girl wore the same mask that Guinevere had, even as she brought her wiles and poison into Arthur's court. For a moment, Morgana's blood boiled before she reasoned that it could not possibly be Guinevere. That wretched woman was dead, and good riddance.

"The ice queen is ill-suited to the angel's mask," she observed, continuing to pet the cat. "It is a very nice cat, and I give no name without first receiving one."

[Alka Anna Madros]

"Ice queen... that's a new one..." she nodded. She called for her cat in french and the cat hopped out of the girls lap and went straight to Alka's legs. "I am Alka Madros. I would like a name in return."

She smiled in her icy way, dropping the sweet girl attitude. This girl, she liked the way she worked. If anything she was going to at least form an alliance with her. Always form alliances where they would be needed.

[Morgana le Fay]

"I am called Morgan Pendragon," she responded with something akin to a smile. Morgana rarely smiled and never in front of strangers; it did her no good to seem soft and compliant when she had to defend Arthur from the honied words of other kings' ambassadors. She could be icy and vindictive where it was needed, and she knew the need for allies well. For her, it had not been so long since her brother formed his ragtag army of hopeful fools and marched on his mentor's enemies.