Lucas’ snubby little nose twitched as he smelt food. It was a good thing Astrid knew how to cook proper food. Bambrielle had been living off ready meals, take-outs and pasta since she left the Institute last year. It made a nice change.
Onyx helped Astrid hand out the delicious looking cottage pie she had cooked. Meanwhile, Bambrielle was discussing their meeting with Hibichi to Lucas who listened intently.
“I’m guessing an angel Halfling did it.” Lucas stated, stuffing his face with food.
“Hey, what makes you say that? Angel Halflings are probably the best Halflings there are! They wouldn’t do something like that!” Bambrielle retorted.
“Look, Bambi,” He turned to her, “How many Angel Halflings do you know? One. They’re no different from us, really; they’re not all good.”
“Then what makes you think was Angel then? If we are all the same then why not a Vampire or-”
“Oh yeah, blame it all on the Vampires just like all the other Hunters!” Lucas yelled. It was strange to see him so angry when usually he was calm and emotionless. It felt awful to be on the receiving end of such rage.
“You know that’s not what she meant,” Onyx glared at him, “She means why are you so sure it’s an Angel when it could have been any other type of Halfling, since we’re all the same.”
“Well, if this filing cabinet was so badly bruised then the person who did it must have been ridiculously strong. Angels are the strongest of all magical beings, so the chances are that the person who did this has Angel blood. Okay?” Lucas snapped.
The four of them sat in silence, taking in the new information.
“You two really shouldn’t fight,” Astrid sighed and shook her head slowly, “It won’t help us at all.”
It was late. Lucas stood up without another word and left the room, probably to go to bed.
“Let’s all get some rest,” Onyx stood up, “We can look over those files tomorrow.”
The girls agreed quietly, and followed the wizards lead. They traipsed up the stairs and along the corridors to their respective bathrooms. Onyx and Bambrielle brushed their teeth in silence.
Bambrielle was just taking off her makeup when he placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Look, ignore him, alright? He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
She nodded weakly. He smiled and ruffled her hair.
“Don’t let him get to you.”
The girl flung herself onto her bed, an empty feeling inside of her. She was surprised to see just how badly Lucas thought of the Hunters. Was it her choice to be born like she was? Was it somehow her fault that Hunters and Vampires didn’t get along?
Maybe he had a bad day; she should probably just forget it.