Killan flopped onto the bed as soon as they reached Morgan's room. "What
shall we do?"
"I don't think we should really do anything," Morgan said regretfully. She would have enjoyed nothing more than one of Killan's diversions right then, but she knew her parents were already stressed about the situation, and finding their daughter missing would not improve their disposition.
"That's what you said last time," Killan whined petulantly, with a flash of amusement in his eyes.
Morgan responded like a stern parent, "They'll be no hob-knobbing and you will eat your vegetables."
Killan and her burst into laughter, belatedly remembering that such an outbreak may alarm her parents. As if summoned by her thoughts, her parents burst into the room, anxious looks relxaxing as they saw no panic in Morgan or Killan.
"Are you all right?" her mother asked sternly.
"Sorry mom, we got a bit carried away," Morgan said, glancing at Killan to make sure he wouldn't say anything to revive their panic.
"That's alright, Morgan. Just try to be a bit quieter and remember you still have homework to do," her father said patiently, drawing his wife out of the room.
"Speaking of school," Killan remarked, "You may want to be prepared for your test grade in history."
"That bad?" Morgan winced, knowing her parents would freak out and possibly renew their Catholic School arguments.
Killan look surprised, "No. You ought to have a hundred percent, if the spell went alright."
Morgan swallowed, "Spell?"
"Well, I couldn't very well have taken it on my own knowledge, could I?" Killan still looked stunned she hadn't thought of it. "It's difficult to cheat on magical assessments, but no one really cares if you use it on that worthless stuff they make you learn in their schools."
Morgan just looked at him and he smiled, "You poor sheltered child. You have so much to learn."
Morgan smiled, as a thought occurred to her, "Well, we have time and it seems that I could very well learn all this from you."
Killan nodded enthusiastically, "In this field, I'm most likely unsurpassed. You certainly wouldn't have learned it from any of your other tutors. " Killan looked pensive for a moment, and then laughed, "Then again, maybe I shouldn't be your teacher."
Morgan looked at him oddly, "Why not?"
He smiled, "You seem to have a habit of becoming involved with your teachers."
Morgan swatted at him, then laughed, "Yeah, that does seem to be true. But I like to think of it as them not being able to resist me."
Killan smiled and started to show her the process of some of his favorite spells.
"I don't think we should really do anything," Morgan said regretfully. She would have enjoyed nothing more than one of Killan's diversions right then, but she knew her parents were already stressed about the situation, and finding their daughter missing would not improve their disposition.
"That's what you said last time," Killan whined petulantly, with a flash of amusement in his eyes.
Morgan responded like a stern parent, "They'll be no hob-knobbing and you will eat your vegetables."
Killan and her burst into laughter, belatedly remembering that such an outbreak may alarm her parents. As if summoned by her thoughts, her parents burst into the room, anxious looks relxaxing as they saw no panic in Morgan or Killan.
"Are you all right?" her mother asked sternly.
"Sorry mom, we got a bit carried away," Morgan said, glancing at Killan to make sure he wouldn't say anything to revive their panic.
"That's alright, Morgan. Just try to be a bit quieter and remember you still have homework to do," her father said patiently, drawing his wife out of the room.
"Speaking of school," Killan remarked, "You may want to be prepared for your test grade in history."
"That bad?" Morgan winced, knowing her parents would freak out and possibly renew their Catholic School arguments.
Killan look surprised, "No. You ought to have a hundred percent, if the spell went alright."
Morgan swallowed, "Spell?"
"Well, I couldn't very well have taken it on my own knowledge, could I?" Killan still looked stunned she hadn't thought of it. "It's difficult to cheat on magical assessments, but no one really cares if you use it on that worthless stuff they make you learn in their schools."
Morgan just looked at him and he smiled, "You poor sheltered child. You have so much to learn."
Morgan smiled, as a thought occurred to her, "Well, we have time and it seems that I could very well learn all this from you."
Killan nodded enthusiastically, "In this field, I'm most likely unsurpassed. You certainly wouldn't have learned it from any of your other tutors. " Killan looked pensive for a moment, and then laughed, "Then again, maybe I shouldn't be your teacher."
Morgan looked at him oddly, "Why not?"
He smiled, "You seem to have a habit of becoming involved with your teachers."
Morgan swatted at him, then laughed, "Yeah, that does seem to be true. But I like to think of it as them not being able to resist me."
Killan smiled and started to show her the process of some of his favorite spells.