"I was absolutely including myself in the list," Lenore adds, in case that wasn't clear. Drama is an absolutely vital necessity. Anyone who disagrees is ... boring, probably.

There's no flourish, no spell, no warning at all. Lenore just suddenly explodes into a cloud of bats, fluttering and squeaking, soaring at once up into the sky above them, looping once to take a glance at the immediate surroundings and then descending again. She regains vampire form still mid-air, and sinks slowly back to the earth as if she considers gravity to be a mere suggestion. Her hair and clothing both remain flawless.