Thanks for the reviews; sorry it's taken me so long. This explains some stuff that seemed wrong in the first part…

They walked back quickly; when they got back there was the introduction between Mrs Grace, Aunt Lucinda and Ads; Simon thought that she'd be uncomfortable, but she seemed fine. Throughout dinner Simon found it impossible to stop fidgeting. Every now and then, he'd look up from his stir-fry to find Ads looking at him; it wasn't rude, but it made it slightly uncomfortable all the same.

When they finished eating, Mallory excused herself, so she could 'finish' her extra credit project and Mrs Grace took Aunt Lucinda out for bingo. Ads, Jarrod and Simon were left to clear the table. It seemed to Jarrod that Ads just was one of those girls who just 'fit' everywhere they went. Simon was not so sure.

"So," said Jarrod. "Ads, can I ask something personal?"

Ads turned and smiled.

"Sure."

"Why did Mr Gunther call you his adopted daughter?"

"Because I am."

"But, isn't that just…"

Ads smiled.

"Well you see, when Josh and Lucy adopted me, I'm not sure they were quite ready for it. I guess they've never really accepted me, so to them, I'm just something they have to carry around. Not really a daughter, more just an unwanted possession."

There was an awkward pause, but Simon noticed Ads was still smiling.

"Hey," she laughed. "Don't worry about it – those guys are only really dropping me here. There's no way they'd live in a hole like this. No offence."

Jarrod laughed.

"None taken. So they'll be moving back?"

"Yeah, back to Australia."

Simon did a double-take.

"You're from Australia?"

She nodded.

"Yeah, I thought you'd pick up on the accent."

"I… well I didn't, obviously."

Jarrod's eyes widened. It was not every day Simon was rude. Simon lifted his nose and walked out.

"Sorry," whispered Ads. "I guess I offended him. I didn't mean to."

Jarrod shook his head.

"He mustn't be feeling well, sorry about that."

"Maybe you should go see what's wrong."

"Yeah, maybe I should."

So Ads was left in the musky house all by herself; but it wasn't long until Thimbletack came to suss out the new visitor.

"Hello."

"Hello Boggart."

There was a pause as Thimbletack stared at the girl. It almost looked like she was staring back, but he was invisible, surely he couldn't be seen.

There was a knock on the door and Simon ran to answer it. When he opened it, Smithers, Ads' butler was waiting.

"I'm dreadfully sorry, but Mr Gunther would like her home now."

"Sure, come on in. I'll get her."

Smithers waited at the door and Ads was called over.

"Thanks for having me," she said politely.

Jarrod nodded.

"Thanks for coming over. We didn't get a chance to ask, what school are you going to?"

She looked nervously over at Smithers, who shook his head.

"We're not sure yet."

"Oh," Jarrod disappointedly replied. "Well, I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, definitely. Bye!"

She waved and Jarrod watched them walk away into the darkness. When she had gone, Thimbletack appeared next to him.

"Thimbletack no like new pixie."

"She's not a pixie! She's a human."

"Thimbletack no like it when human argue, when Thimbletack is right."

Jarrod sighed loudly.

"Look, the guide clearly says that pixies are small and faerie like."

"They're not."

Jarrod spun around. Simon was sitting at the foot of the stairs.

"Listen to me. I don't like her either. There's something wrong with her."

"Yeah, but it's not because she's a pixie."

Simon stared angrily at Jarrod.

"You read the guide, didn't you? Surely you remember: when a pixie is signed to a being, whether it be of mortal or immortal kind, it becomes what ever it has been wished," quoted Simon.

"I don't remember you reading the book so thoroughly," commented Mallory.

Simon turned and looked at her; she looked tall from the top of the staircase. It was strange to think that she was about to graduate high school. It didn't seem like 5 years had really passed since they had first found out about faeries, and a year had passed since they had visited their father and had met Nick and his step sister.

"Jarrod?"

He snapped back into reality.

"What?"

"Did you notice what was wrong with Ads?"

"No."

Jarrod looked curiously at his brother.

"She… her ears were quite pointy, but they were quite close to her head, her body was very long, her legs even longer. She adapted into the conversation and environment too well, too easily. Everyone seemed to like her."

"Is that it? You're worried because she's tall too and has pointy ears?"

"That's not it, Jarrod and you know it," snapped Mallory. "Listen to Simon."

"The way she moved was unnatural. It was fluid and graceful, yet sharp and animalistic. She can't be human, Jarrod. It's impossible, she's too far from normal. And well, what she said about her parents…"

Simon shifted uncomfortably.

"What if her parents were faeries?"

Jarrod pushed passed his siblings and ran into the room that he and Simon still shared. He couldn't understand what Simon was saying; she seemed normal. Although, now that he had time to think, the way she moved was wrong, her choice of words seemed too rehearsed, there were little details. She never fidgeted, she didn't really blink, she just sat there. He laid out on the bed that was now too small for him, he had grown up a lot, Jarrod Grace had. He had grown taller, bigger, but smarter; and he knew Simon had too.

Jarrod didn't see Ads again until school. When she was instantly noticeable, her uniform looked like it was a paper cut out and it never really changed shaped as she moved around with the popular kids. When she turned, she saw him; Ads waved excitedly but neither of the boys showed they had seen her. They turned and walked away.

It was during the middle of Jarrod's history lesson that it all happened. It began with the fire alarm going off. Then it was a kid had blocked the main door exit with wooden boards. Then teachers began to run around in circles. Jarrod turned to the back of classroom as water ran down his back; Ads sat calmly watching everything turn to chaos.

She stood up and skipped to Jarrod.

"You've got a problem."

He grabbed her dress but found it was like holding dry sand.

"It ends when Lorengorm says it's over," she warned him.

He looked at her blankly and she rolled her eyes.

"I know you know I'm not human. I know you know I'm a pixie, but I'm half elf, it explains the ears; the elves are not so satisfied with your stupid guide anymore. They want more."

"What do you want?"

"The stone, remember it? It holds more then you know. We want that, and your hobgoblin."

Simon tried again to grab her and stop her from walking but again the sand slipped through his fingers.

"Jarrod Evan Grace. Time is running against you."

"How long?"

"Our patience is not endless. It runs out by the new full moon."

"That's tomorrow!"

"Then you don't have much time at all."