Max frowns. "What the hell does that mean?"
"Means it was very colorful and very awful." You sway, causing Michelle to reach out and steady you. "I…I saw something, like a vision. I've no idea what happened there, but I'd like it not to happen again."
"Come on," Michelle says, clearly impatient. "What was it? What did you see?"
You hesitate. How honest should you be about the horrors that you've just witnessed?
"I don't want to talk about it," you say, suppressing a shudder as the memory of what you saw washes over you. "Just…trust me, it was bad."
Max rolls his eyes. "Bad? Bad could mean a lot of different things, human. Double maths is bad. Lady Rastan with a headache is bad. Mange is bad. What are we dealing with here?"
You shake your head. Even approaching the edges of what you saw a few moments ago is enough to make you feel nauseous. "Just…just believe me."
No one protests, but it's clear that they're not exactly satisfied with your explanation.
"All right," Michelle says after a long silence. "He had a vision, and picking up on subtext, it probably wasn't a nice one. The question is, what now?"
"We should take this to Cavalcade," Max says immediately. "None of us are experts on strange visions. Let her deal with it."
"Take what to Cavalcade, wolf?" Sonia demands. "'Oh, Madame Cavalcade, your nephew had some kind of vision, only he won't tell us what happened. Do you think you can take care of that for us?'" She snorts. "Get real. Lady Rastan'll just throw us all in detention for wasting school time. We need more information."
"Oh yeah?" the werewolf scoffs. "And where do we get something like that? Have you vampires got some sort of detective agency that the rest of us don't know about? Because otherwise, I'm not sure what your plan is."
As Max and Sonia snarl at each other, you stand with Michelle and Renault, watching it. You're more than a little tempted to…