That head arcs through the air, halting only inches from Noah's face. (Close enough there should be a reflection of his face overlapping the one inside, and yet there isn't.)
"Yes, I am aware. And the distraction of this little tour left that Cameron you were calling after so loudly...utterly unattended." Fortunate for Madame Leota, having her likeness carved into her tombstone gives her literal eyes outside of the Mansion's walls, even during the hours where the sun is shining.
"Please, Leota, you needn't be so sharp. The boy hasn't tried to call a dance with our resident black widow, now, has he?" Now that would be a terrible scenario, second only to perhaps setting the Mansion itself alight. "Our ranks haven't risen, so he hasn't befallen our more...erratic etherealized souls," the Host adds, only partly to reassure Noah. It would leave quite the impact through the halls if a life was outright lost inside.
Her head swivels to Noah's left, eyes narrowing to slits. (Perhaps the sleeve of a greenish jacket can be caught in the reflection.) "No. But he has stolen my spellbook."
The already-chill space where the Host hovers is, abruptly, several degrees icier.
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"Yes, I am aware. And the distraction of this little tour left that Cameron you were calling after so loudly...utterly unattended." Fortunate for Madame Leota, having her likeness carved into her tombstone gives her literal eyes outside of the Mansion's walls, even during the hours where the sun is shining.
"Please, Leota, you needn't be so sharp. The boy hasn't tried to call a dance with our resident black widow, now, has he?" Now that would be a terrible scenario, second only to perhaps setting the Mansion itself alight. "Our ranks haven't risen, so he hasn't befallen our more...erratic etherealized souls," the Host adds, only partly to reassure Noah. It would leave quite the impact through the halls if a life was outright lost inside.
Her head swivels to Noah's left, eyes narrowing to slits. (Perhaps the sleeve of a greenish jacket can be caught in the reflection.) "No. But he has stolen my spellbook."
The already-chill space where the Host hovers is, abruptly, several degrees icier.
"He has what--"