Suzanne turned to Thaddeus, flicking a finger in his direction making the water which was rapidly pooling underneath him disappear. It seemed to drain into the floor, but in truth it was going back outside.<br/><br/>"You can take them to my room," she said, "for the time being..."<br/><br/>She turned back to Kat to explain. It was not for any particularly friendly reason, just a sense of duty for the safety of the newest resident, and of course, a desire not to put stick her in a room that probably looked like what a witch's home was probably supposed to look like, were the traditional depictions of witches accurate.<br/><br/>"We haven't exactly had all that much company," she said, "I have some work to do after lunch, but by tommorrow I'll have the attic bedroom cleaned out for you. Until then, I'd suggest not going up there. Make yourself at home, of course, but I'm not entirely I, or even mother, knows about everything that is up there, and well, we had a few slightly insane ancestors."<br/><br/>She hoped she got across exactly why it wasn't safe at the moment. Slightly insane witches and warlocks meant curses, traps, and scary, deadly, or bizzare heirlooms.