Maddox glanced down to Eirawen for a few moments, his own eyes unflinching from hers. "I'm afraid magic would be a little pointless for something like that," he said with a soft, dry laugh, and he withdrew a simple handkerchief out of his suit pocket. It merely contained an M., with no other initial, and he passed it over to her. He'd seen the discomfort in her eye when his hand had lingered a little too long on her shoulder. "As for Zachary, there are right bastards everywhere you go. Zachary's one of our few troublemakers, but he's reasonably easy to keep in line," he said simply. Maddox was a one man disciplinary committee. His Devil's Arithmetic magic, typically revolving around spatial magic, was extremely powerful.<br/><br/>As a girl rushed through the crowds in the lunch room and approached Eirawen, Maddox offered her a smile one could describe as warm. "She's perfectly fine. Eislin merely thought it funny to pick on a younger student. There's no lasting damage," he assured a moment later, his hands digging down into his pockets, his eyes lingering on both of the young women.