"Inric! Inric!" Mina and Jakin rush up to the desk where Inric is once again trying to get some work done, flushed and excited with their news. "Someone's arrived! By magic!"
"What do they look like?"
"Um, there's a girl with black fluffy hair and someone -" Mina breaks off, unsure, and Jakin fills in:
"With the most amazing clothes!"
"Ah." Study time is over for now. Inric collects his stick in preparation to get up.
"You know who they are?" Mina asks.
"Yes." He starts off towards the transfer room and the two Ossechians follow.
"You think he's pleased or annoyed?" Jakin asks, barely bothering to lower his voice.
"Both?" Mina suggests.