Blame France

[Hector Prince]

July 31, 1885

His letter had arrived, but it was distinctly devoid of prefect badge. Oh, sure, there were things he could have blamed. Mathilda losing her badge was the most obvious one. But in Hector's mind, this was clearly the thought of one person: Tristan Michaud.

He paced. He considered handling it like a mature, responsible person worthy of the badge he'd been denied. But then - he'd been denied it, so why bother? As such, he stormed over and found Michaud out back of his house. "This is your fault, Michaud," he hissed

  

[Tristan Michaud]

Rasmus wasn't due for some time yet so Tristan was left to entertaining himself. As such, he was practicing his archery in his backyard, feeling proud of himself whenever he hit right on the target. He was owning this shit.

What he hadn't been expecting was Hector Prince to come storming onto his property. He barely paused in his current task of aiming an arrow at his target board. "Am I supposed to know what you're on about, Hector?"

  

[Hector Prince]

"I'm not prefect," Hector hissed, waving his perfectly standard letter angrily at Michaud. He had done his best to be the perfect candidate, and he'd been passed over because - because of Michaud!

  

[Tristan Michaud]

Tristan let his arrow fly and smirked when he hit his target. He glanced at the letter in Hectors hand and snickered. He personally hadn't been holding his breath that he would be prefect. He wasn't misbehaved -much- but Keene didn't seem too keen on him. And the rumors.

"What does that have to do with me? Not my fault your own father thinks you're a wanker."

  

[Hector Prince]

Punching Michaud again was probably a bad idea. That didn't stop Hector from wanting to do it. It had felt good punching Michaud at the beginning of summer - but at the same time he was very uncomfortable about getting into a similar fight with Michaud again. There was something there best kept at arms' length.

"My father is not the only one making the selection and you had to make things look - sordid!"

  

[Tristan Michaud]

Tristan rolled his eyes and lined up another arrow. "How did I do that? I'm as innocent as a newborn babe except this one time I was assaulted in a boys loo."

  

[Hector Prince]

Hector forced his hands to unclench from the fists they'd formed themselves into. He really needed to not punch Michaud again. "Assaulted - you're as innocent as Jasper Bryce."

  

[Tristan Michaud]

"Oh but we both know you're not so innocent, either," Tristan drawled with a wink. "Maybe the selection people saw right through you." He knew he should probably not rile the other boy up but Hector made it so easy.

  

[Hector Prince]

"I don't know what you're talking about," Hector sneered. All right so he'd blackmailed Michaud a little. And he'd found that he liked being bitten. Still, he was no worse than anyone else, and better than most of them. "I'm not the one with weird cravings."

  

[Tristan Michaud]

Tristan tossed aside his bow and arrow so that he could turn his full attention to his 'visitor'. He snickered when Hector said he wasn't the one with weird cravings. "Are you sure?" He asked as he flicked his tongue across his lower lip.

  

[Hector Prince]

Hector's eyes widened slightly, and he continued to repress the intensifying urge to punch Michaud in the face. "Part-human freak," he snapped.

  

[Tristan Michaud]

Tristan scowled. "You're the one that started this when you found out so it's your own damn fault that you didn't get the badge. Not my fault you have weird kinks," he hissed as he ran his fingers through his hair and pulled it back into a ponytail.

  

[Hector Prince]

"There is no this," Hector hissed. Kinks? What the hell. "I don't know what you think is going on, but there's no this, there's just you being a freak."

  

[Tristan Michaud]

"I'm not the one that demanded to be bitten and liked it," Tristan hissed as he stalked over to the other boy. "And that makes you the freak." And never mind the fact that he rather loved biting his lover during sex.

  

[Hector Prince]

"I didn't like it," Hector growled, stoically pretending that all the color in his face was from anger. "It was an interesting academic experience, that's all!"

  

[Tristan Michaud]

"Sure it was," Tristan said with a smug smirk on his face. "Now get lost, I'm expecting Raz." Wondering if Hector still assumed he was feeding on Raz despite not being an actual vampire, Tristan thought it amusing if he did.