I don't own Trollhunters.
Claire loved her brother, but the green-skinned monster ("changeling," she inwardly corrected) was not her brother. For example, Claire wouldn't walk into her room and find her brother digging through her hamper of dirty laundry.
"Get your hands off my stuff!" she called out, thankful that her parents weren't home.
NotEnrique didn't listen to her. Instead, he sniffed at one of her socks. Claire ran up to him and snatched it out of his hands while picking him up by his scruff with the other.
"Hey! Hey! Not the scruff! Besides, a troll's gotta eat!" he protested. She threw him towards the hallway.
"You have formula and plenty of other food to eat! You know, food that my baby brother would be eating but you're eating instead!" she yelled before slamming the door as tears sprouted in the corners of her eyes.
Claire loved her brother, and she hoped that Jim would go and rescue him soon. It had been nearly a month since he had promised to, after all.