The Order

-Why am I naked? -Oh, no.

Go!

I'll see you in Hell.

What the hell?

Where am I?

Babe?

What's wrong?

Oh, Gabby.

I just had the worst nightmare.

I was with this old man, and he...

He frickin' blew up in front of me.

And the old man was Pete.

It was just a dream.

It was so real.

The missing billionaire was there and...

And there was this blonde.

Not again.

Again? What do you mean, "again"?

Your name is Jack Morton.

You go to Belgrave University.

You have a scholarship.

Your mom died in a car accident when you were eight.

Your grandfather recently died of a stroke.

You have never heard of the Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose

or the Knights of Saint Christopher,

and you're so in love with Gabrielle Dupres

you are willing to wait until marriage.

And you think all blonde girls are stuck-up skanks.

This isn't the first time we've had issues

with your use of pulveris memoria, Miss Drake.

Wasn't intentional.

Oh, so you didn't want Mr. Morton to wander around Norwich

with complete amnesia for two days.

Maybe promoting you to Magistratus was a premature decision.

I didn't want to modify his memories in the first place.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were questioning my decisions.

Of course not, Magus.

Grand Magus.

I only wonder if our response was a little overzealous.

Well, can't be a secret society if outsiders know your secrets.

The Knights of Saint Christopher would've always been a threat to us

as long as they knew we existed.

Or they could be powerful allies.

No, the Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose doesn't have allies.

But they helped us defeat Edward Coventry.

If you are looking for happily ever after, you're in the wrong place.

Comfort yourself with the knowledge that Jack Morton is still alive.

Sometimes that's the best you can hope for.

Now, what is it you wanted to show me?

I think I figured out how the Knights make their werewolves.

Diego?

Grand Magus.

Thought you said you wanted to try out a transformation spell.

I do.

The Knights possess a set of magic hides,

each one imbued with the spirit of a werewolf.

You never said anything about werewolves.

You didn't ask.

Stand in front of the locker.

Now what?

We wait.

Any day now, Miss Drake.

The hide chooses the champion.

So...

your plan consists of, what, marching every disciple in here

to see if a fur coat takes a fancy to them?

You said you wanted a werewolf, one you can control.

I want a practitioner with the magic strength of a werewolf.

There's a difference.

You're dismissed, Diego.

Thank you, Grand Magus. Thank you.

Stop.

Wait. Come back.

Do what she says.

- -

Jack Morton, you've been summoned.

Will you accept the call?

I promise to give my life...

to cheer squad!

Come on, babe. I made first alternate.

"First alternate" is just another term for "best loser."

I worked hard.

Fixed your hair, fixed your clothes.

Created you. Should have made the team.

Honestly, I don't really care if I make cheer squad or not.

You live for cheer squad.

Do I?

You will.

-Whoa! - Excuse you!

-Check your route, dude. -Yeah, okay, coach.

Stick to the bench.

You stick... I'll bench you.

Carpio, let's go!

You were over there so long, I thought you were proposing.

Yeah, he wishes.

Hey, let's go to the gym.

-Let's take a break. -Let's go to the gym later.

-Uh... Okay. -Hey.

Sorry I'm late. I got tied up with something.

Ooh, sounds kinky.

It could be.

- -You don't give up, do you?

I will...

as soon as you tell me you're not interested.

You know,

I'm not the good girl you think I am.

How long have we known each other? Two years?

But how long have we really known each other?

Out of all the time that we spend together, and that's going to be, what...

two, three months?

We've taken eight classes together.

We are in the same study group.

-We live in the same building. -Exactly.

We're practically strangers.

Oh, undergrads. So naive.

They actually think their education will be used in the real world.

Don't be cruel. If they didn't want their useless degrees,

we would never get the teaching assistants jobs

we need to pursue our useless degrees.

My doctorate isn't useless.

"Help! My wife has fallen. Is there a metaphysician in the house?"

"Well, my son's choking.

Oh, dear God, where is an epistemologist when you need one?"

Probably the nearest bar.

It's noon somewhere.

Would it have killed you to smile more for the judges?

But I was just busy trying to be sharp and tight.

You were sharp and tight, but you also need to snap and shine.

But you tried your hardest, and that's all I care about.

It is?

Of course it is, because you are my sweet Jack snack pack,

and I love you.

And I can't wait until we're married.

-We don't have to wait for everything. -Uh, yes, we do,

because I made a vow and I intend to keep that vow,

and if I meant anything to you,

you wouldn't put that kind of pressure on me.

Do you hear that ringing sound?

I don't hear anything, and don't interrupt me.

As I was saying, if I meant anything to you,

you wouldn't put that kind of pressure--

Jack?

He's okay. He's hypoglycemic.

First week of school.

Your name is Jack Morton, you go to Belgrave University,

you have a scholarship.

But you live for cheer squad.

-Quality still needs to be up there. -Oh, my God.

Okay, so how long are we gonna be here? 'Cause I've got an exam.

The pulervis memoria isn't working anymore.

I have to powder Morton every few days now.

You're right, it does seem to wear out faster than before.

Randall's had more relapses, too.

In all honesty, the hardest part for me is keeping pace with Hamish.

That man can drink.

Tell me about the transformation.

Jack and I were walking on the main concourse

when Randall almost killed me because his monitor can't keep him on his leash.

You wanna swap? Say the word.

The guy needs, like, 20 hours of exercise a day.

Focus. The transformation.

Jack said he heard a ringing noise, and then he went all werewolf.

Yeah.

Same.

Were any of you performing magic?

What does that have to do with anything?

We've performed magic all summer. They've never transformed before now.

Do I really need to remind you

of the dangers of answering my questions with a question?

No, Grand Magus.

No magic.

So, what should we do?

Go back to your charges.

And as of now, no one is to perform magic of any kind without my permission.

So, I have to open the door...

with my hand?

What are you waiting for? Get the door.

Oh, my God. Chivalry is dead.

No magic.

It's rather barbaric.

Werewolves transformed.

In broad daylight?

Simultaneously.