"Anyway," Merlin continued, "he went and got quite involved in the church. I didn't see him a lot for a while, not until after the accident. Broke... something, bad back maybe? He got addicted to opiates and the next time I saw him, I thought, he's reached out after all these years, he's a man now, I can meet him as gentlemen, but... asked me for money. Magic and money. After all that time, it's all he wanted. Oh, I admit I lost my temper- I am a man with many flaws, my Luna, I know you are too sweet to agree with me but it is true- and I left. He gets drunk and rattles my door from time to time, but I'm not going to engage when he keeps asking for things like that."
Luna's hand was lovely, but Merlin was drawing to the close of his story, so he folded an arm behind his head and slouched down further on the chaise. "He's a teacher now, I think, and out of the church. Addiction is a tricky thing."