The two of you start walking down the corridor.
"How's Matron?" you ask as you walk along.
Michelle shrugs. "Not sure," she says. "They've got a lot on at the minute: all those students Mr. Simmons ran through. I figured I'd give them some space."
You glance at the zombie. There wasn't much expression in her voice, and you wonder if she and her parent will ever get on better terms.
It doesn't take long to get to the dining hall, which is sparsely populated by both werewolf and vampire species, most of whom have visible bandages or stitches.
As you enter the room, you notice heads turning to look at you, with a few of them nodding to you or else flashing a quick smile. It seems like saving the world from the rise of a terrible fiend from hell makes for some decent PR.
"People are super curious about what happened," Michelle says as a breakfast sandwich is deposited on your tray. "None of them have been to hell. I think you might have to answer a lot of questions about it."