"Just because one is the biggest problem - " Paddy started to say, then turned back in time to see that it really wouldn't have mattered what he said. It didn't seem to matter what Solomon said, either. He shook his head on his way back out into the chapel. Sorcerers. Children, the lot of them. A small smile crept onto Paddy's face, and refused to leave.

Sean, meanwhile, had leaped backwards at the appearance of the chair, and only moved forward again at Dexter's invitation. Even then, he moved slowly, glancing towards Dexter the whole time like he was looking for any sort of warning that a large and elaborate prank was being played on him. He wouldn't have put it past his uncle. Father Patrick had been known to play a few jokes at Sean's expense.

He reached out and touched the top of the chair, then drew his hand quickly back, like an attacking snake. Nothing zapped him, nothing sparked, and nothing fell apart. Confidence slightly bolstered, Sean rested his hand gently on the back of the chair, the fear on his face replaced by awe. "What else can you do?" he asked, fully back in his earlier wide-eyed and awestruck phase, still staring at the chair.