Charlotte Petrova/Sister in laws

She was sitting in the library, avoiding everyone and anyone. Especially, though, Christie. She found that the best possible way to avoid the questions and fights, by simply not being near her.

She was flicking through a magazine before looking up, spotting Selene, and frowned, wondering if she move. Glancing down, she tried to find the bump but found it covered by loose clothing. *Smart.* Tossing it on the chair, she stood up, moving toward her. "Surprise to see you here. Would have thought little Alfie would have let you use his private library."

She rose an eyebrow at her, "he wouldn't have a private library at school," she responded, "more private residence. And I'm not offended, not really, I don't really have time for...books."

"Bit late for that, don't you think?" She asked, glancing down to her stomach area, "what are you going to say? When they realise? I doubt this school is too impressed by teenage pregnancy."

She shrugged, "the 'teen' is still there," she said, "but fair enough...don't suppose I can help with anything?"

"It should be in the trash but I think someone misplaced it," she said before going through the aisles, "F...F....found it," she muttered before pausing, slipping the book out and offering it to her, "in all honesty, you could ask Chris, I'm actually quite certain he knows it off by heart. Lucky you, I suppose, you have your private tutor: free of charge."

"Nope," she said, shaking her head, "drawing the line there: I am not listening to my brother's sex life. I will not."

For a moment she wondered if Selene was going to start flirting with her or ~~god forbid~~ offer a three way. Thankfully, that was avoided. She blinked. "Actually have to have one to talk about it. I have cut down on men and woman and if you ask my sister, that's probably a good thing."

She was silent for a second, her mind going to Kaz, before shrugging, "it was, certainly," she said, "it was my choice to do it. I decided...I had better things to do than sex."

Her face went impassive at the image of Chris and Selene and mentally gagged. "I believe that's called an addiction," she said, "but...doesn't mean sex is wrong. It's natural."

"Suppose, it might be an issue if you had more than one person you were fucking but you got one, so it's fine. Then again: how do you get Chri-no, stop, change subject."

She shot Selene a warning look, "don't even try," she said, "I have my limits and this is definitely nearing it."

"I just..." she trailed before sighing, giving in to temptation, "how do you get him to sleep with you all the time? I thought he became a reformed slut?"

Her eyebrows shot to her hairline and she groaned, covering her face with her hand, "fucking hell," she muttered, "he just had all his pent up energy just for you. I still have the image. I'm never going to be able to shake it off. Every time I look at him. Every. Single. Time."

"Not just yet, don't get hasty," she said, "and what's that meant to mean? Are you telling me you didn't like me? Before I went to Prague, that is."

She tilted her head. "Did we?" She asked, "huh...I've forgotten, wait...was it that conversation about Chris being the crown heir a couple of years ago?"

"It might be mine, but unfortunately I've had a lot worse."

"Honestly? When my sister told I had to come back here, that was the worst," she replied with a grin. *Or that if I didn't keep my mouth shut, my sister would be ruined.*