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When was the last time she saw a dead person?

It had to be when she was younger. A family member surely. Was it her grandparent? No, they were still around. Had it been an aunt or uncle, a second cousin? It hadn't clicked for her because she didn't know them well enough to be sad. She remembered the eyes on her and her family though. She played the part well, she felt. Looking sad, casually wiping away tears that weren't there, oh woe is me for missing so-and-so, gone too soon.

Weirdly enough she recalled that her father was more sad than either her or her mother. Her father did not show emotion easily nor readily. Still, here he was.....sad wasn't the right word for it. He was worried, afraid? Who was it in the coffin and why did he look so..?

She was pulled back to the present when she felt arms around her. She looked to see Jake holding on to her, not letting her fall as she felt her knees weaken slightly. Annika was also in her field of view, saying something Cassie could only casually catch. She didn't even care about Barty's stupid smoke trick nor Rohan's comment about whatever magic seemed to be surging around her. She only cared about the fact they found what they were looking for. 

[color=CCA1A1]"I'm okay, I'm fine,"[/color] she said for their benefit, despite the swirling emotional roller coaster she felt herself on. What had she expected exactly? Did she really think there was a headless corpse in the basement? Or was she signing up to show she was brave and that she eserved to be amongst this group of clearly more experienced witches and warlocks? Surely a part of her, the chaos magic that made itself home inside of her, expected it, nourished in it, desired it. What's life without chaos? What's death without chaos?

[color=CCA1A1]"Thank you Jake. And you too, Annika. I'm fine."[/color] To show it, she stood up, releasing herself from Jake and walked forward a bit. [color=CCA1A1]"Mani-pedis are definitely needed now. But before that, what do we do about....the head? And where's the body?"[/color] Did they tell a teacher? The head of the school? What were the rules for this now?

Chaos. That was it. She felt chaos. And it felt...good.