"So what's the school food actually like here?" you ask as the dining hall comes into sight.
Michelle shrugs. "Depends what you're into, I guess. I mean, if you're looking for healthy options that will ensure a long and healthy life, you're out of luck, given that this place caters to dead people who are healthier than you can ever hope to be. On the other hand, if you're a fan of grease, fat, and stuff that'll make your arteries explode, you're in the right place."
Michelle glances at you in surprise. "Bloody hell," she says, "you worked that one out quick. And you're right: a full-body transformation isn't something you'd want to try after a light salad. Still, you'd be amazed how many calories you can cram inside a breakfast sandwich."
You follow her through the double doors and into the dining hall. Other than the fact that its occupants are all either teenage vampires or adolescent werewolves, it's much the same as the dining area at your old school: long wooden tables with benches that have students spread out among them.
Michelle slouches over to a table, sitting down on the bench with a sigh of relief.
"We're not getting breakfast?" you ask her.
"Not just yet," she says, her eyes on the canteen area, where two sturdy-looking lunch ladies are doling out sandwiches that, in pig terms, vary in size between a family tomb and a mass grave. After a moment, she gives a growl of frustration. "Bugger."
"What's up?"
"I had a delivery coming through today," she says quietly. "A load of stuff that I had orders for. One of the lunch ladies was supposed to slip me into the kitchens, but she's not here." She considers for a moment, then slaps her hand down on the table. "Rastan must have switched the rotas," she says. "She's been trying to catch me for a while now."
"So…what now?" you ask, leaning forward.
Michelle shrugs. "Not sure. Don't know what the best way is to play this one." Her golden eyes flick towards you. "Any ideas?"