For the May The Fourth Be With You Event at The Golden Snitch. Prompt: dark.

The dark has called her since Morgana can remember. From the stray ravens perched close to her, to the storms answering her call. She is intelligent, able; all the magic she does is beautiful in its own way, but the dark spells, the curses... They are art.

Morgana appreciates that art. She seeks it and creates it and, the Ravenclaw side of her, demands to document that art so that others, those that will come years after she's gone, will learn it.

That has her thinking and she begins to wonder; if a dementor can take out the soul of a wizard's body, could she do the same and guard her soul for the eternity?

"What has you so pensive?" Merlin startles her and she waves her hand over the notes she's made. The ink vanishes and only Morgana can recall it. It's dangerous for her to be so open with the magic she seeks. Merlin, Arthur's champion, for all his relation with Salazar, is a man of light.

It's in their blood, Morgana thinks, because when Merlin comes into a room she feels incessantly happy, with a strange bubbling in her stomach that can be only provoked by the best of thoughts. He is a Patronus charm personified.

"Ideas," she shrugs, giving her dark thoughts less importance than what they really have. "It's a surprise, so I'd rather you go away and mind your own business, Merlin."

He laughs and Morgana feels sunshine in her skin.

"Don't be like that, Morgana. I just came to tell you we're having breakfast outside today."

He's gone in an instant but his presence stays. That can very well be one of his spells and Morgana doesn't want to risk his presence knowing her studies.

To keep a soul outside the body is sacrilege and, while Morgana wants to do it just to learn what will happen, she can't let Merlin know.

It all comes down to the way he sees the world. Everything is coloured in shades of gray; there is no black and white for Merlin.

But Morgana sees beyond, and the rainbow has all the colours and all the kinds of magic she can experiment and play with. Those can make her great, put her on par with her teachers. And if Morgana can surpass them, she'll gladly do it because all she's ever dreamed of is recognition.

Merlin recognises, she thinks suddenly as she picks up a discarded quill from beneath her table. Her notes, scattered through the desk, are called to her hand and banished to the secret place where Morgana keeps all her darker secrets.

This is one of them, but maybe she can share it one day.

She looks at the stairs and thinks of Merlin, who is always so smiling unless Arthur's in danger (and Arthur is always in danger, the reckless idiot). For Merlin, there are no other choices than the light, and all of those who seek the dark are evil.

Morgana frowns because she isn't. She only wants to know all kinds of magic.

She will know all kinds of magic.

So, she smiles and goes down to have breakfast outside.