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And his name is Maximillian. Although, he might allow you to call him Maxie for short. " spluttered Marcia, almost speechless. "Thought we might stay over," Silas carried on, tipping out the contents of a small grubby sack over Marcia's ebony and jade Ouija table and sifting through them. " "Stay? " "Dad! Look at my socks, Dad," said Jenna, waggling her toes in the air. "Mmm, very nice, poppet," said Silas, still fishing around in his pockets. "Now where did I put it? " "Very purple," said Nicko.

Sally ran to a nearby window and stared out, her heart pounding. She could see a swarm of black figures milling around, silhouetted in the beam of the searchlight. The Hunter had brought his Pack, just as Marcia had warned. Sally stared intently, trying to make out what they were doing. The Pack was gathered around the rat door, which Marcia had jammed shut with the Lockfast and Weld Spell. To Sally's relief the Pack seemed to be in no hurry; in fact, it looked as though they were laughing among themselves.

He wore his ghostly ExtraOrdinary Wizard cloak. It still had bloodstains on it, which always upset Marcia when she saw them. Alther's long white hair was carefully tied back into a ponytail, and his beard was neatly trimmed to a point. When he had been alive, Alther's hair and beard had always been a mess–he could never quite keep up with how fast it all seemed to grow. But now that he was a ghost, it was easy. He'd sorted it all out ten years ago and that was the way it had stayed. Alther's green eyes may have sparkled a little less than they had when he was alive, but they looked around him as keenly as ever.