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Old Face.
When she snapped out of the hypnotic trance the Headmaster had put her and the others in when he burst into the office to stop them foiling his plans at the last minute, Angelica heard that deep, slow voice and recognised it like she recognised the familiar, if aged, features of the man in the portrait hanging in the Heads' office in St. Champions.
Lizzie, Ethan, they both recognised him as well, and as they came out of the trance themselves, looking around much like she was herself to make sense of what was happening when they heard the old Headmaster placing the Headmaster they'd known for eight months now being hypnotised himself - Angelica would have said it served the bastard right; after months of brainwashing the students and programming them like little machines so they repeated everything he told them to without thinking all of a sudden while pushing them to succeed in fields of his own choosing, he deserved to have a taste of his own medicine.
But she didn't.
Angelica and her friends didn't know what the old Headmaster was even doing in Hazelbrook, but when he started stating some kind of contingency plan was to be activated, a plan which required the death of Hazelbrook's Headmaster, Angelica got thinking and she continued to think even as she tried to revive the Hazelbrook Headmaster because it was the right thing to do, even though a part of her wondered if it would be better if he died anyway.
She had thought the old Headmaster had simply changed his appearance somehow, but she had heard the old Headmaster say "we can build other bodies" which made her think. Who were 'we'?
Were there other Headmasters?
Where were they?
What were those Headmasters doing?
When the school blew up, reviving the Headmaster and he looked around, dazed and confused before he was taken away by the police, Angelica wondered if they were ever going to see him again, but she was happier to hug her mother. Like her, her mum had endured a lot over the past year, but Angelica had learnt a lot from herself over the year as the Headmaster's brainwashing got to her, and she hoped their relationship became better than it was.
But she couldn't get the old, cold face of the old Headmaster out of her mind, and she didn't like it. One look around her told her that her friends likely felt the same.