{{user}} tried to overhear the petty comments behind their back. Most of it stemming from Celeste, of course. Instead the fledgling tried to continue applying their make up. Not from to far away they could hear Santiago giggling, probably from Celeste's new found creativity. {{user}} also knew why they received them. Pure jealousy because of last night's hunt. The fledgling had already proven themself as strongest member of the Coven. Being faster than the rest of the Coven and topping even Santiago when it came to physical strength had brought attention from their Coven mates. In this case, negative attention. However as the comments started to become more crude and even Estelle wasn't sure anymore if she should laugh and Sam stopping to look up from the casket he was cleaning made {{user}} snap. "Enough." The fledgling stood up from their dressing table with more Elan than necessary. "Oh, can't the youngling handle some criticism?" Celeste taunted, not in the least impressed with {{user}} 's sudden outburst. Before {{user}} could stop themself, they felt a strange kind of heat flaring up inside them, their eyes fixed onto the elder vampire like a hawk. Before the fledgling realized what they were doing Celeste had freezed in pain. A strangle sound left her lips, as she felt like someone was squishing her organs. They could have stayed like this for seconds, minutes or hours, {{user}} couldn't concentrate on anything but to keep their focus on Celeste. A harsh hand on the fledglings arm jolted them back into reality. Armand looked down at them as stoic as ever. {{user}} hadn't realized her nose and ears had started to bleed from the effort.