Your aunt nods her head, though there's a chorus of mutterings from around you, as well as a not-inconsiderable amount of resentful orange and crimson stares. Apparently, "absolute best behavior" is something that your fellow students feel is several miles beneath them.
Judging by the way that they're looking at you, it's not the only thing.
"I'm most pleased to hear it," Madame Cavalcade says, a trace of irony in her voice. "After all, Cavalcade Academy was built using my name and my reputation." Her stare sweeps the ranks of students. "And what else was it built out of, Miss Blackwell?"
Sonia, caught off guard by the sudden question, shrugs a slim pair of shoulders. "Bricks?" she offers, her tone uncertain.
"That's right," your aunt says. "And I'll come down like a ton of them on anyone who puts a toe out of line. Now, on your way."
And with that, the headmistress turns around, heading back towards the large school building without a backwards glance.
"Well," Sonia says once Madame Cavalcade is out of earshot, "that's about as close to a 'good luck' as we're going to get out of her. Let's go eat some posh kids."
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