When Victor had died he'd had to spend a lot of time with his body, standing guard over it in an otherwise empty room while he was ostensibly sleeping. Jasper had been off to secure a polyjuice potion, Bea had been in bed as an alibi. Victor's main job at that point had been to ensure that no one saw him — his body or his spirit — until the time was right tomorrow. It had been a deeply traumatizing experience, though he hadn't allowed himself to realize it for months. He'd had to push through it for their plan, for Bea, for the family as a whole.

Christabel didn't need to be here with her corpse, he realized. There was no reason to linger here.

"Let's get out of here," he said, pulling his eyes off of the body and towards her spirit. He wasn't sure he had really fully processed what it meant that she was here as a spirit, for either of them, but he could figure all of that out after they'd put some space between them and the deathbed. "Get away from it. The body."

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