"What?!" Lorcan stood, chair scraping against the floor. That didn't make sense. Tea and Charmalade's protections should stand up to a single ghost, even one nearing the big 1-0-0. They should have had some warning, at least--unless someone invited it inside? But why would they do that? His eyes darted to the front pocket of his backpack, the one where he kept the nastier curses. Regrettable, but his usual time magic wasn't particularly suited to offense in the best of circumstances. Against a ghost that got stronger with age, it was an active hindrance. Lorcan didn't really have a lot of options here.