Mischa Lecter
Chapter 7: She Bites
Mischa awoke at 9:23 only a few hours after she had fallen asleep. She slowly climbed out of bed, her lavender night gown falling to her ankles, and peeled the night brace off her arm, then pulled her house coat over her bare arms and left it open. She brushed her hair before walked out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen.
She found her mother already there, a cup of coffee in hand. She smiled a little to her mother before sitting at the counter and picking up an orange. She fought with it for a few moments before Clarice laid a knife in front of her. She muttered a thank you before she peeled the cursed thing open and began to eat it.
She got a glass of water before returning to her room. She was met by her father on the stairs on her way there though. She paused and smiled at him, he smiled back and kissed her forehead before continuing his way. She nodded slightly before she walked back into her room. She spent the majority of the morning in her room deciding what to wear to Fiore du Trone that afternoon.
She dressed in a pair of white pants, a red tank top and a white jacket over. She wore red low heels that she borrowed from her Mother. She straightened her hair and pulled it into a pony tails and grabbed a matching purse. She left the house at 11 and arrived at 12:05.
She smiled when she saw Aidan and Enrico walking towards her, Aidan was in a pair of dark denim wide leg jeans and a white tank top, Enrico was in black slacks and a white button up shirt. He kissed her hand again when he saw her, "Hello, Mischa."
"Bon jour." She said sweetly when he released her hand and Aidan greeted her.
"How are you?"
"Very good, and you?"
"Wonderful, Want to grab some lunch."
"I'd love to."
Throughout the day they talked, hung out, and just had an all together good time. They stayed until Foire du Trone closed and Mischa arrived home around 12:30. She hung her coat up next to her mothers, and went in search of her parents.
She found them sitting in front of the fire in the library. Her father watching the flames as her mother read. They both had basically full glasses of wine near them.
"When did you two get back?" She asked as she gave her father a kiss on the cheek before walking over to her mother to do the same before sitting on the fireplace a safe distance away from the flames.
"How did you know we went anywhere?" Her mother asked smiling a little.
"Your coat is still cold" she said shrugging a little.
"How was your day?"
Mischa smiled at her father, "Wonderful, I haven't had that much fun for a while."
"Are you three planning on doing anything tomorrow?"
"Aidan and I are going shopping around 3. Why?"
"Invite her to dinner."
She nodded, "Of course." She said smiling, "Stick to normal food though Dad."
He chuckled a little, "Anything you say."
She smiled before she stood, "I'm going to bed." She again kissed both of their cheeks muttering good nights.
"Love you." She said before she exited the room and went to bed. France had been a good start for her, so far.
Clarice closed her book, "You don't trust her, do you?"
"Aidan?"
A nod, "Yes."
"No I don't. I don't trust anyone that I don't know."
"She has to make friends."
"I'm not telling her not to, Clarice. I just want to make sure that she's making the right friends."
"Even if you don't approve of her, she's lost her brother and left her best friend, we need to give her a chance."
"It's not so much the girl I'm worried about, it's her brothers."
"Who's?"
"Aidan's."
"She has a brother?"
Hannibal nodded, "Who has had his eyes on Mischa since the Opera."
Clarice sighed and leaned back, thinking.
"Clarice?"
"Hm?" She looked up.
"Come here."
She smiled and stood, sitting down right next to him and leaning into his embrace. They were silent for a while, both watching the flames dance before them.
"She's still wearing her braclet."
Hannibal smiled, "I noticed."
"She's only ever taken it off twice, she loves it almost as much as she does you."
He smiled a little and held Clarice tighter.
"She's always been just like you." He chuckled, "I'm serious." Clarice continued, "She has your eyes, your attitude, she has the most clever comebacks I have ever heard, she's smart, she's determined."
"Sounds a lot like you too."
Clarice smiled and shifted in his grasp to look directly at him, "And she bites."
Hannibal laughed before Clarice kissed him and told him more and more about Hannah's child hood. From the incidents on the train to the school, even the comment she had given to Krendler. Clarice didn't miss the look of growing pride in his eyes as she talked.