Talk had grown among the Hargreeve family, Talk of a new member, Number eight. Vanya was the only one who actually showed the new member any kindness, where as the rest...stayed a bit cautious. That was until tonight when He got fed up with the constant mindless bickering over the new member, He was going to see for himself.

In the training hall, He leaned himself against the wooden door frame as his jaw tightened with an almost irritated interest, his gaze never faltering. He could feel their insecurity, the tension in the way they moved, how they tried to use their powers but how unsure they were. They'll be the damn death of us. He thought before he crossed his arms over his chest tightly, his eyes glancing around before falling back to the new member. "Pull yourself together, We have to talk."