Mags leaned against the park bench, twirling a pencil between her fingers. Her grey eyes looked off into space, not noticing the clouds passing by overhead. The school had caught fire sometime during the night. Maybe it was cause of her actions. Maybe it wasn't. One thing was clear though. This was a dangerous spirit she was dealing with. Or demon. Or whatever the hell that thing turned out to be. That is, if it was set from a distance. For all she knew the spirit or thing left Kiki to set the fire. If that was the case, it was a lot less dangerous than it would appear.<br/><br/>However, if it was the other option...Mags repressed a shiver. Demons or spirits that could do things from a distance were powerful indeed. Her mother had always warned her of that. She had also warned her that ticking things off was a good way to die. Rather that be people or spirits, you just did not lose your tempers around them. Which she had done last night. More or less.<br/><br/>Sighing, she closed her eyes and started to mumble a small spell or prayer of protection. She never quite knew what to call the strange mix of languages she used when she did anything that might be consider 'magical.' All she knew was that she believed in them and that belief is what gave them strength. Least that is what her mother used to say to her. The stronger you believe in something, the stronger it will be. Though she also used to say that the longer you ignore something, the stronger it became as well. Mags could see the logic in this, but more often than not, she didn't care to explain it to others.<br/><br/>On the bench beside her, set her journal and a book on demons of the country and area. Best to try and get a head start on anything she might have to deal with. Especially since she had all this free time since the school was forced to close its doors. The demon made a mistake there. It would have been better to have Mags divide her time between school and research. Now though? Now she could devote nearly every minute of it into finding out things about it and the its weaknesses. A small smile curved on her lips as a breeze blew through the park, slightly rustling anything that was light enough to rustle in the light wind.