"Is the meeting over already?" a light, mocking voice disguised as a supposed casual one cut through the silent air of the courtyard. Zuko turned to see Azula leaning casually against the nearest column, looking smug for reasons he could not even begin to figure out
"What are you talking about?" he answered, not even bothering to enter some hostility into his voice.
"The war meeting," Azula reminded him. "I would have though you would be there."
"Why would I be there? I'm too young," Zuko gritted his teeth slightly at the obvious and embarrassing fact but didn't let Azula see.
"Oh? Father let me sit in on the last one."
Red rushed up to Zuko's face and he clenched his fists.
"What?"
"Father let me sit in on the last meeting," repeated Azula carefully, watching his tensed movements with pleasure. "And by the looks of it, he didn't invite you. Well I suppose that settles who the favorite is..."
Zuko said nothing and merely stalked away, in the direction of the council room she noticed with a smirk.
Author's Note: This one leads to the story of Zuko's little outburst and scar.