Rabastan had been sound asleep when the sound of breaking glass wrenched him violently from his dreams. He sat still, waiting, but when the sounds came again he leapt out of bed and dashed down the hall, flinging open the door to Rodolphus' room and staring in horror. His brother and Amycus were on the ground, and for a second he thought they might be, er, well... But the moment he saw the blood on their hands he knew.
"S-s-stop it!" He ran over and snatched the glass out of Amycus' hand, heedless of the way it cut into his own, mingling his blood with his brothers and his best friends. "W-what are you d-d-d-doing!"