Varian rubbed his admittedly babyish fangs in dismay He usually didn't put any stock to Hugo's words, but he was right Varian was stunted. He couldn't even use his powers yet and he barely came up to his friends' shoulders. Even other vampires made snide remarks at his expense "How'd Quirin get a pint-sized runt like you for a son?" a particularly stupid one had jeered at him once. He brushed it off unbothered, but a certain werewolf seethed behind him When Hugo finally came back from Principal Adira's office that day, Varian took note of his bruised knuckles and triumphant expression "What did you even do?" Varian questioned suspiciously, barely looking up from his Mad Science textbook. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it Stripes," Hugo retorted flicking the page playfully, his hand receiving a smack in return. "I just needed to stretch my claws." He punctuated his sentence by baring his bloodied claws and Varian blamed the bats in his stomach on his intense hemophobia. He turned to the same passage he had been trying to read for the last couple minutes and regained his composure "Did Andrew piss you off during Clawculus?" He guessed. He had to finish this chapter to get ready for Mr. Hackington's test but he couldn't stop his hyperactive brain How did vampiric hormones work? Would he be 5'7 forever? Dad told him it was only a matter of time before he hit puberty, but still- "Please, Goggles, I'm not Cassandra. He knows not to pull that nonsense on me or I'll yank those little snakes right out of his head," Hugo scoffed, "and you might want to read that book the right side up." "Bats!" Varian blushed and turned his book around, the murky words finally registering properly. "I knew that," he mumbled weakly. The bell rang and Varian's iCoffin beeped simultaneously "That's my cue, Shortie. Catch you later." Hugo mock-saluted "Don't call me that!" Varian called half-heartedly at Hugo's retreating form before checking his phone GHOSTLY GOSSIP:Hugo Wolf throws paws with fellow monster Draculas son caught in