I own nothing.
"What are you doing?" Bickslow asked, plopping into the seat across the table from Lucy.
"Nothing!" she said, slapping her hands over her project and dropping the needle she'd been threading. She was regretting her need to react instead of stewing until she got home but she had lectures most of the day. And Natsu was a like a dog reacting to his owner's stress. The last thing she needed was the social science building to go up in flames.
Bickslow arched an eyebrow then reached over and lifted her hands so that he could grab what they were covering. He stared at the nearly finished doll in his hand.
"Is this a voodoo doll? Of my brother?" It had Kaleb's long white-blond hair with lavender beads as eyes.
"No." Then, muttered under her breath, she added, "I don't have anything to tie it to him with."
Bickslow barked out a laugh, his tongue wagging. While he knew his friend had a temper, she'd grown up with dragon slayers after all, that Kaleb could illicit this level of ire from her was surprising. It had been two weeks since he'd introduced her to his brothers. Other than talking to Cristoff a bit more casually, he wasn't aware that she'd had any interactions with his brother.
"So, what's got you so pissed?"
She pulled out her tablet and opened a new app on it. The look on her face as she did told him exactly how she felt about it. Celestial tracking app.
"Your brother's newest project. Tracks all celestial bodies and recommends spells based on them. Oh. And it gives you your horoscope. My professor loves it. Kaleb comes into the classroom today for a demonstration and says, 'Just because your magic is old, doesn't mean it can't be brought into the 8th century.' With this cocky look on his ridiculously handsome face." As she ranted, she aggressively stabbed the needle into the voodoo doll's arm.
Bickslow decided he should warn his brother to stop antagonizing the woman. Between her brains and her spirits, she probably could get the hair she needed to charm the doll.