"So," inquired Tommy. Standing in the center of the Deucalion's main hall with Jack by his side. While other guests partied around them. "When's she goanna get here?"
"I don't know," Jack responded, "her Wretched Art lesson may have run late."
"But it's Saturday!" Tommy said, impatience in his voice.
"Uh," Jack stumbled. No one was supposed to know that Morrigan now took lessons from the most evil man in all of the Free State, "she learns through Ghostly Hours, and some of them are at weird times." Jack had been telling that to anyone who wondered how Morrigan was learning the Wretched Arts. He thought it was best to tell them that saying that it was the truth, in some sense at least.
Just then Morrigan walked through the Deucalion's main doors wearing her gray Wunsoc Uniform with her oil skin umbrella in hand.
"Oh! There she is now," Jack said as he turned to run off towards Morrigan, "Hi!"
"Oh," Morrigan jumped from the surprise 'hi' she received almost as soon as entry, "Hi Jack. Happy Birthday." Right then Tommy walked over to the door. "Oh hi." Morrigan said as he walked up. Tommy gave a small wave in return. "I'm going to change out of my uniform and get your present. Be right back." With that Morrigan dashed across the room and up the stairs.
"So, that's the Wundersmith?" Tommy remarked.
"Yup." Jack respond.
"I thought she would be…I don't know…more showoffy?" said Tommy raising a look of disappointment and curiosity to his face.
"Morrigan's not like that. She would much rather only use the Wretched Arts when necessary." Jack said.
"I still want to see some magic though." Tommy said excitement creeping onto his face.
"I'm sure Morrigan wouldn't mind giving a little demonstration." Jack said poorly imitating Morrigan's hand gestures whenever she did an Inferno trick.