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After hours upon searching for Luther, she eventually decided to go on back to the academy. If he was smart he would come back there. Hex awoke the next morning with a headache just as worse as the day before, and the sound of a bell downstairs hadn't made it any easier. She groaned and got up.
She trekked her way downstairs to find out what was going on, if Luther had came home. She strolled to the end of the hallway to see Luther with a bedsheet wrapped around his waist. And right in front of him was a silhouette of someone she thought was long dead.
"Klaus, what is it?" Luther cursed as he looked down the hall, noticing Hex as she waved.
"Morning," She said softly squinting.
"Right— urgent family business, meet me downstairs. Okay?" He said pausing, "and Luther! No dilly-dallying! Chop chop!"
He rung the bell as Hex smiled softly at him. Catching a glimpse of her smile he smirked and walked downstairs.
What was that about?
She raked a hand through her hair and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She sat at the bar seat and watched Klaus as he made some coffee.
"So you had a great day yesterday," he said as she groaned.
"Not really," She winced. She had the worst day yesterday. But she couldn't tell him. Could she?
"Hangover?" He asked as she nodded. "How much did you drink yesterday, anyways?"
She groaned as he chuckled lightly and poured a cup of coffee for her.
"So Moonboy finally did it," she muttered taking a sip.
"It would appear you as well?" He asked sitting in front of her as she shook her head.
"You've never been more wrong," she laughed. "I-I went to look for Luther after you—well you—"
He looked to her as she shook her head and took a sip of the coffee.
"No, what?"
"I thought you died, Klaus. You had no pulse, you weren't breathing!"
"I did die, momentarily," he shrugged. "You weren't there when I woke-"
"Because I went to find Luther," she groaned. She looked down upon her coffee.
"And for some reason— when I woke up, my lips tasted like whiskey— it took me hours to realize what the taste was and then— I thought about it. You wouldn't have had anything to do with that— would you?"
Not knowing how he was taking this, she looked to her coffee. She pushed her bangs in her face and took another sip.
