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Anyone who knows anything about me can attest to the fact that I've always been fascinated by anything to do with Camelot, King Arthur, and Merlin. My mom used to tease me, in fact, that I must have been transported from that era into the modern world. Now, as much as I would love to entertain that idea, I know it's impossible. But here, in a literal flash were the living, breathing, embodiment of my childhood fantasies. One could suppose then, that I would have either been squealing with delight or on the verge of passing out from excitement. Both would have been perfectly normal reactions. But no one has ever accused me of being perfectly normal. So what did I do? I am ashamed to admit it, but I laughed. Not a pretty giggle or dainty titter either; it was a full-on guffaw deep from my belly. Some part of me knew it was highly inappropriate, but I couldn't stop myself. I laughed until tears were streaming down my face and I was bent over double holding my sides. King and knights stared at me wide-eyed and mouths agape, no doubt wondering what sort of mad girl they had fallen into the company of by way of fate. I lacked the words to explain to them that for some odd reason, the flash of Merlin's box and their sudden materialization made me think of that wonderful Muggle television show, Doctor Who. I must confess here, a fascination with Muggle technology, especially the television. On Doctor Who, they have a wonderful flying police call box known as the TARDIS, in which they can travel through time and space. For some reason, all I could think of was "My word; King Arthur is the Doctor!" Strange leap, I know, but there you have it. When I recovered sufficiently and had my wits about me, I did manage to drop a rather impressive curtsy to greet the lost king, who looked on with a twinkle of bemusement in his eye. The knights were a bit more reluctant to accept my greeting (and I could hardly fault them for that). Wanting to put myself back in the King's good graces, I did the most British cliche thing I could do and offered them all a cup of tea. Again, the knights looked on with not-so-veiled suspicion as I used my wand to heat up the beverage. One even muttered "witch", to which I nodded enthusiastically. Armed with our tea, I led King Arthur over to the seating area (the knights chose to hover nearby) and made small talk with him while waiting for someone with more authority than me to sort it all out properly. Nice fellow when you get to know him; Arthur was quite charming and answered my questions about Camelot with candor. All Hail, King Arthur!