Vale was staring at a dried severed finger in his hand. Even Xavier was disturbed by the item after he peek into his hand.
"What the f*ck is wrong with you, Henry?!" Screamed Xavier, frustratingly.
Henry sees nothing wrong with it. "What? This is the evidence from the main library fire, years ago. That was it." He says to Xavier with a shrug on his shoulder.
With a gaping mouth, the werewolf pointed at the mummified finger. "That was someone's body part, and you… Just put it in a handkerchief, and carried the d*mn thing in your pocket!"
"Said, the werewolf who loves to bite on every body part of people around." Muttered Vale, teasing the werewolf tendency when they are in their wolf form.
"Hey, it was instinct that kicks in!" Xavier just doesn't want to admit it.
Vale was in the middle of casting the spell directly into the mummified finger, while he gruntled at the big man, "Shut up, Xave, you disturbed my concentration."
