Silence follows your words, and it's as though a dark veil has been cast over the already gloomy forest. Max, Michelle—even Sonia—are looking down at the forest floor. It strikes you, then, that you'd never thought about what the headmistress might have meant to any of them. To you, it was simple: she was Aunt Cavalcade, a member of the family, if one who was up to her eyeballs in the occult.
But your classmates, you realize, have just lost someone who believed that there could be a better world for them. And the world of the undead has just lost an ally.
"I'm sorry," Michelle says, her voice quiet. "Madame Cavalcade was…" She glances around at the others for inspiration, or perhaps even suggestions, though no one offers any. "She was a good person," she says finally. "She deserved better."
You nod.
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