To Meredith

[Mordred Le Fey]

Outside the dormitories, a bag has been carefully placed by the door, under the porch covering so it is protected if it rains.  

Pinned to the bag is a folded piece of paper, on which there is the name Meredith.

If the paper is unfolded, the reader will see just two words.

I'm sorry

[Meredith Emrys-Pendragon]

Meredith stepped out of the door and spotted her bag immediately, breathing a sigh of relief to see it there - she had been dreading having to contact Mordred and arrange its return after their disastrous meeting at the coffee shop. She picked up the bag and unpinned the paper, unfolding it.

For a second, all she felt was a surge of anger, after everything he'd done that was all he'd written? She wanted to screw it up and throw it away, but she couldn't quite bring herself to make the move. Eventually, she sighed, folding the paper back up neatly and tucking it into her pocket. Perhaps Tristian had something of a point. She was not even remotely about to let him off the hook after everything, but it indicated that maybe, just maybe there was a sliver of hope.

"It's a start." she said softly to herself, turning back to go and put her bag away.