You shrug. "Well, I had an encounter with a very large and extremely angry werewolf last night. So, that was something."
Aunt Cavalcade gives you a sharp look. "One might take the view that still being upright and in one piece following a werewolf encounter might be preferable to…oh, any number of things that might happen to someone in a new school, to say nothing of an academy populated by the undead." She shrugs her shoulders, her eyes still fixed on you. "But I guess that we must simply have different perspectives. Perhaps that's something else you can learn while you're with us."
Before you can offer any response, Aunt Cavalcade regards you sternly over her glasses before retreating back into her office, shutting the door on you as she does so.
You look at Michelle, who offers you a shrug. "Maybe brutal honesty isn't the best policy to take with the people in charge, champ," she suggests.
After a moment, your zombie guide clicks her tongue meditatively. "Well, that certainly was reflective. Come on, then: breakfast."
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