The club was quiet and dark. There was no one there but Fleur. Nobody alive, that is. It was noon here, meaning that the students in Hogwarts were only now going down to breakfast. She wondered who would cover for her class, since she was hoping to finish Of Mice and Men and start with Animal Farm. Instead, the club had been raided, but not by the police. The sweet smell of copper was in the air as every exsanguinated corpse was a potential Revenant as soon as the sun fell.