A "Magical" Dinner Party

Wednesday eyed the bird as he flew in, watching him perch. Normally, she might give him a more warm greeting, but after having lived under the same roof as Toto for the last few months, she was feeling just a little bit weary of birds.

"Good evening to you too, Garry." She said, giving the familiar a small smile, which widened once their host stepped into view. She waved to him. "It's good to see you again Monday, it's been awhile."

Wednesday then addressed the second new face of the night. Candle's elemental appearance was striking, but a lifetime of practicing magic meant to she was familiar with magical beings. What she wasn't used to, however, was her choice of attire. The french maid outfit was certainly...distinctive.

...Did Monday pick that out for her? She didn't realise he was into that sort of thing. Wednesday thought that was a little odd, but she decided not to worry too much about it. She didn't want to be all judgemental.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Candle." Wednesday said, slightly awkward under the elementals intense gaze. She was starting to feel that small bit of anxiousness she often felt when she was around unfamiliar people, though hopefully it would pass as the night went on.

"Ah, just some water would be fine, thanks." She said, still mostly sticking with Tuesday. They were still waiting on a couple of witches, but she wasn't too hungry, so she could be patient for the moment.

Ganymede was just about to answer that question - about whether Monday was ready - when Monday actually came out to meet them all.

The adults all started talking and Ganymede kept his mouth shut, just standing off to the side and only speaking when spoken to. It was nice to meet them, he said. His pleasant smile strained a bit whenever his eyes made contact with Tuesday, but Wednesday seemed nice.

Ganymede gasped a little, when Monday said he could help himself. Those drinks were special treats, Ganymede had thought. Rewards for doing a good job. Not that Monday had ever told him this, but Gany thought it was implied. To think, he could just get something tasty for himself just because he felt like it!

With a slightly wider smile and a slight nod, he disappeared. He found this to be more dignified than running or skipping off. In moments he would reappear in the kitchen opening the fridge and trying to choose how he would treat himself. That special kind of milk that wouldn't make him sick? Or that slightly magical drink that came in a glass bottle?

"Here I am, Monday~!" Ganymede walked up behind Monday, holding a glass of milk. He almost asked if Monday needed him to do something - but no. He began to realize, he didn't want anyone to even think he was a slave like he used to be. So he wouldn't ask how he could help. Not in front of other people. He would just look up at Monday, smile, acknowledge him, and move on. Only if Monday asked him would he help.

Looking at the other people taking their seats around the apartment, he decided to go sit down next to the green-skinned witch. She seemed nice - a lot nicer than the other woman. And she was pretty. That part didn't help. He began to realize that he didn't know how to talk to her, if he wasn't just a servant but an equal.

He sat down next to her, smiled at her, stared down at his feet for a moment. He took a sip of his glass of milk, then gathered his courage to try to start a conversation. "So, Wednesday... I, um... I mean what kind of magic do you do? I only learned a few cantrips before coming here to the island but I want to learn a lot more."

Wednesday found herself suppressing a small giggle at how obviously flustered Monday was, but decided not to make another comment after Tuesday's own. He seemed embarrassed enough already. She accepted the water with a smile and thanks, headed into the room directed by Monday along with everyone else and finding a seat for herself. Wednesday had a few sips, mostly content to stay quiet while the others started to chat, before noticing Ganymede sitting next to her.

"Interested in magic?" She asked, returning the young boy's smile. Normally she was a little more reticent to explain her magic to people, her family was very traditional when it came to keeping their secrets. But Ganymede had been taken in by Monday, that practically made him an extension of the coven, so she saw no harm in explaining.

"Well, most of our coven have learned some form of ritual witchcraft. I'm sure Monday could tell you more about that if you asked him. But I specialise in a form of Symbol Magic that my family has developed over a few generations."

She paused for a moment, considering something. She thought it couldn't hurt to give him a small demonstration since he seemed keen to learn.

"Every spell is a bit like a math equation." She began to explain, holding one finger in front of her. She took a brief moment to focus her magic, before moving her finger through the air, drawing a glowing line in front of her. "There's a base symbol for what I want to do, then lots of additions to it that change how the spell comes out. Things like power, direction, size, distance, duration..."

She continued drawing, a little slower than she might normally do, the small line soon growing into a small, simple glyph. Once it was complete, she gave it a tap with her finger, and the glow briefly intensified, creating a small, hovering flame, like a burning torch. It remained for a few seconds, before winking out as suddenly as it appeared.

"Naturally, bigger spells need more complicated symbols." She eventually finished explaining, rubbing one of her arms bashfully. "I've memorised a lot of them, but um, I still have a long way to go before I've mastered it all."