ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ [ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡

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17 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ

Grace placed a record on the record player in the dining room and a man began talking through the speaker. She grabbed a small bell and went to the entrance of the room, dinging the bell a few times, signaling for dinner.

The group of thirteen year olds rush down to the table, taking their usual seats around the table. Diego and Y/n lock eyes for a moment, both smiling as Reginald entered the room.

He pulled out his chair and stepped infront of it "Sit." He instructed before doing so himself.

All of them sat down, eating their food and doing their own thing. Luther and Allison cooing at each other. Diego using his knife to carve into the side of the table. Y/n painting her nails with red nail polish. Klaus rolling up a cigarette. Ben reading a book. Vanya just eating her food peacfully. And Five just stared at his father at the end of the table.

During the silence, Five grew more irritated. He then stabbed his knife in the table, causing everyone to look at him.

Reginald looked at him "Number Five?"

"I have a question." Five said.

"Knowledge is an admiral goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes." Reginald reminded "You are interupting Herr Carlson."

Five shoved hisnplate away from him as he continues "I want to time travel."

"No." Reginald said sternly.

"But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five spoke, standing up. He blinked from his chair to Reginald, popping up next to him "See?"

"A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel." Reginald explained "One is like sliding along the thin ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of freezing water and reappearing as an acorn."

Five clenched his jaw "Well, I don't get it."

"Hence the reason you're not ready." Reginald said before going back to his food.

Five looked down the table, Vanya shaking her head at him. He looked back at their father and said "I'm not afraid."

"Fear isn't the issue." Reginald replied "The effects it might have on your body, even your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now-" Reginald dropped his cutlery "-I forbid you to talk about this anymore."

Five clenched his jaw again, looking at Y/n. She shook her head and mouth "Stop."

He shook his head and left the room, Reginald calling after him "Number Five. You haven't been excused. Number Five!"

Five exited the house. Y/n looked at Reginald with a frown "Are you not going to go get him or something?"

"He is reasonable for his own actions, as are you, Number Eight." He looked at her "You know the rules. No talking during mealtimes."

Y/n scoffed. She looked down at her food before standing up, running out the house. She ignored the calls of her father. Y/n burst through the gates, panic washing over her when she didn't see him anywhere.