That was a lot of information to take in thirty seconds and the majority made absolutely no sense what so ever. For one he hadn't left Katie outside on the ice, he hadn't known she was even outside on the ice until Becca had told him. Cupid couldn't simply do anything right lately, if it wasn't Becca nagging him about one thing or another it was Medusa screaming across the lake at him. If he had followed Katie, helped her up off the ground it wouldn't have helped the situation she would still have stormed off in a hussy fit.
So Katie hadn't happily accepted his invitation? She'd been crying her eyes out in the common room the entire next day? Why hadn't Becca told him? Or had she and had simply chosen to ignore her, well if it started off as a rant about not doing enough study then he would have zoned out instantly. That was hardly his fault!
'Hold on, what?' Cupid shouted as Medusa walked away. What was that supposed to mean that she was physically and emotionally hurt? Had, had Katie done something? Had something happened to his Ravenclaw friend or was Dessa simply referring to the time when she'd fell on the ice. If that was the case what a pansy, however Cupid thought not.
"I need to walk away, before I start to act just like my father when he gets mad, but after all it's in my blood I am a Hunt after all!"
The fact she had was given the impression that she'd said too much was enough to suggest otherwise. But it wasn't the physical and emotional pain Katie was in that had gotten Cupid in a state of confusion.
act just like my father when he gets mad. Cupid had found an article where his Father had lost his temper when he had been denied custody of him and Becca, lost his temper to the point that he had attempted to jinx the wizengamot members.
It's in my blood I am a Hunt. What was that name she said?
I am a hunt. Cupid stared frozen at Medusa's back as she skated away in a temper, a temper like one that her Father must have a lot. A temper that had gotten his Father into trouble. His Father who was called Peter Hunt. Was? Did that mean that? Was Medusa? Was he and-?
'Cupid, will you stop arguing!' The sound of Becca once again telling him what to do rang in his ear. Although, for once he didn't retort, nor did it bother him. Sure he had heard her voice but Cupid hadn't listened to a word she'd said.
Turning around, pale faced and wide-eyed Cupid stared blankly at Becca, his lip trembling in shock.
'Oh for crying out loud there's no need to-' Becca's words were cut off.
'Is Medusa our, our, our-'
'Shut up, Cupid.' Becca instructed, a sharpness to her tone.
'No, Becca, listen is Cupid our, our-?'
'Cupid, let's go and get some food.' His sister said, hoping to divert his sudden realisation of something that didn't make a slight bit of difference.
'NO!' Cupid shouted uncontrollably. 'IS MEDUSA OUR-'