"Here's how it went..."

“Yes, but it might just be my presence in the training room to scare them into becoming better.”

“And here I thought you only picked the best of the best. If they fail under pressure that’s not good, is it.”

“Don’t call me Rissa,” Clarissa sighed narrowing her eyes at the other girl, “True, I probably should have known better.”

“I thought it sounded cool and cute, but whatever you say C.” She gave her a teasing smile. “Now you know.”

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer! — And yes, it’s not like I have to hide my body yet, it’s quite rude to stare.”

“I wasn’t staring. I’m not rude like that. But I was measuring it, cause look what I brought!” She held out a forest green  dress in her hands. “I thought it’d go with your pretty hair.”

“I’m only asking you to turn away because that look on your face is awfully annoying, Florence and the question was rhetoric, I didn’t actually expect you to answer it.”

“Oh the rude words. But I did answer it, Rissa, you should know me well enough to not ask me rhetoric questions.”

“I asked? I’m simply saying that if you feel uncomfortable to at least look away, it’s distracting.”

“No. You asked if this was the first time I’ve seen a dead body and after that you asked me to turn away. You’re not going senile, are you?”

“I have a large clan, I can delegate these things. But I do always have some hand it it.”

“You do the extreme exercises, yes? Those crazy killer moves and all that fancy stuff.”

‘’Thank you…. I don’t know your name. What is it?’’

“Florence Thorne. The only source of positivism you’ll find around here.”

“Then look away, honestly, you look mortified,” she scoffed, crouching down beside the corpse.

“Fine. You asked.”

“I train them until they’re less useless. But I wouldn’t accept the hopeless ones in the first place, unless they came with something beneficial.”

“Why would you bother with something like that? I mean yes it’s better to have a good clan but isn’t it a bit below you to train them? Or did you mean that you have someone train them.”

“Please,” Catalina scoffed slightly. “You think I would have such witless clan members?”

“You can’t succeed every time, can you?” She looked back to the ‘witless’ vampires. True, they looked quite horrible. “What do you do with the witless ones? Throw them on the street so they don’t ruin your image? Sounds quite harsh.”

Catalina looked disdainfully over a pair of young vampires attempting to spar. “My, aren’t they something.” Her lips curled up in amusement as she watched their clumsy movements. “I envy their clan leader.”

“Their clan leader? As in that is not you?” Florence asked with an innocent smile. It was an attempt at teasing, she had once again decided to leave all caution back in her room.

‘’Miss my pretty face around here?’’

“I never noticed it even in the first place. But it is pretty.”

“Never seen a dead body before?” Clarissa asked with a slight scoff before looking down at it in disdain and sighing, “I do hate getting my hands dirty.”

“Don’t belittle me, please. Of course I’ve seen one but they never make me feel comfortable.”

“Don’t judge me! I was stating a fact.”

“Oh, that’s actually quite thoughtful and very needed those here who can’t magically heal themselves,” Artemis said with smile, “If you’d like some help, I would be more than happy to.”

“I’d say the faes and mundies have it the worst. Others can either heal themselves or like you wolves, you just heal amazingly fast,” Florence mused as she kept placing the books on the right shelves. “I’d love some help. I have been trying to find one certain recipe but it hasn’t come across yet. I’m getting both depressed and annoyed -I’ve probably gone through a dozen or so books already.”

Hana transformed the stick with her hand, holding it up to the girls head, “Would you prefer a smaller weapon?”

“I prefer no weapons”, Florence muttered and stepped further away from the other warlock.