In the room next to Caroline's, Thaddeus lay on his bed, re-reading some old tome.  It wasn't even his first re-read.  He knew he wouldn't get anything out of it, and most of the time it didn't bother him.  Today was not one of those times.  A boy seven years younger than he had mastered the warlock arts, and Thaddeus was only adequate.  Sighing, he put the tome on his nightstand, resting his head on his pillow.