Cara looks up at the teacher, she feels her eyes blur lightly and the light purple aura flares around the woman at the door. A few blinks and everything shifts back into focus. A witch? Her soft voice is barely audible here in the front seat and Cara turns her attention straight to the door way, tense in her lower back, getting ready for a fight. But Death seems unfazed and passes by the woman. If he didn't react, could this be our teacher? Cara looks down at her pages and makes mental notes.