Lysander had done his best to avoid his youngest brother during his little time of the month - atleast it seemed that way. He was short with everyone, overly emotional, stomped around and threw things - Lysander even amused himself by thinking of Eward standing in front of a mirror and saying that he looked fat and felt bloated. At any rate, Lysander didn't have to worry himself with such things like Eward's tantrums when he was spending every moment he could steal with Amadine, which wasn't enough to be honest. Oliver still lived in the house with them but it wasn't hard to sneak around him as he wasnt much interested in Amandine.
But this particular evening, he opened the library door to get some of his liquor he had left at the desk in there to share with his lady when he had to duck a flying book. Looking down at the book and then at his brooding brother, Lysander smirked, "That's not the best book anyway."