well...shit.

who: maddie
where: her house
when: early morning

Maddie was still awake. She'd tried to get rest but yeah. That hadn't been happening. So she'd given it up, and paced a while, then fussed around in her shop for a while, and generally fretted. She didn't like this. Being a Protector, she never dealt well when people she cared about were in trouble and she couldn't do anything. Sure, her protected was Billy. But that didn't mean she wasn't ingrained to want to protect people in general, and they were just kids. Kids who she rather liked, all things said and done, and she didn't think either especially deserved to be in some sort of situation that required firearms.

To busy herself she forced herself to start concentrating on something else, so she picked up the Fade book again. There was the question of magical protections being tattooed onto people (as she'd done for the girl for the boy. Which at the moment she was intensely glad she'd drawn up.) and she needed to know if anything like that was going to mess with the spell that made Thia what she was. And if that was the case, if she could find a way round it. She wouldn't do anything to jeopardize her safety. That just wouldn't do at all. So far, however, the book was proving to be as useful as a foam-rubber windchime. Perhaps it was because her concentration wasn't really on the words in front of her, or maybe it really was just crap.

It was almost something she missed as she was going over the chapter that detailed the actual magic involved. But quite abruptly, she caught onto something that really they should have caught ages ago. Sitting up straight, she leaned over the book and stared. She looked away, then back again, sort of hoping she'd just read that bit wrong, and it would be different when she re-read.

Unfortunately that was not the case. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Arse. Other applicable explicatives. This was Not Good. And now wasn't the time to bring it up, either. But damnit, when the kids got back--and they would goddamnit--they were all going to need to have a talk.

Because to make a Fade, apparently one had to snag the subject's spirit, and bind it in something. And that was not something to just leave lying about. And unless she was mistaken, none of them had any clue where it might be. Not good. Not good at all.