Christine watched, fascinated, as the mercury seemed to devour the iron. She fidgeted as it made its hum sound and became completely still when it feel silent. Then she laughed, a pure high-pitched sound, as it began to move.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened at her Uncle’s next statement. “I can take Argent to school with me?! If I keep him hidden in my bag? I am really good at keeping secrets. No one knows my other secret, even though it was really tempting to show my friends. But I promised you and kept it.  If secrets don’t say secret, then they are gossip.” Her last sentence was almost comically solemn, and it was obvious from her tone that she was repeating one of her father’s many ‘words of wisdom’.<br/><br/>Then she snapped out of it and hopped over to Anton, taking her uncle’s hand and grinning up at him. “Thank you so much for the surprise, Uncle Anton. Tell me more about Argent! What is it? How do I take care of it? Mother is cooking and Father will be home soon. Will you stay and eat with us?” She spoke quickly and with enthusiasm. It didn't seem as if any of this (the ability to move iron, this gift, the secrets) registered with her as strange. It didn't occur to her at this young age that others had lives very different that her own. Her only hints were her family's warnings that she was different, but those seemed distant and vague to her.