Aunt Cavalcade nods. "Quite correct. Cavalcade Academy is the first institution of its kind, a milestone in the growing cooperation between humanity and the undead."
There's a slight pause before she continues. "As you can imagine, this has brought Cavalcade Academy under intense scrutiny: various pressure groups, online messaging forums, the home secretary. All of them are watching and waiting for us to fail, because then we will have proved the point that they are trying so hard to make: that there can be no peaceful coexistence between the living and the undead."
You understand what she's saying, but you can't see why she's telling you this. It's not what you would expect from a welcome-to-your-first-day-at-school-we're-all-one-happy-family-here-I-can-tell-you speech.
You lean forward as well, partly because of the conspiratorial nature that the conversation is taking on and partly because it creates slightly more distance between you and Lady Rastan, whose presence is so strong that she's almost visible even though she's standing directly behind you.
"What do you want me to do, Auntie?"
Aunt Cavalcade's face gives absolutely nothing away. "And what makes you think I want anything? More to the point, what makes you think there's anything you can do that I should want?"