theres a devil on my shoulder.

serefina greengrass. fifth year. slytherin. babes, don't threaten me with a good time.

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“Well - I never said that it was FUN to watch my own house lose. Personally, that’s a destruction I would prefer never to see again. I was just saying that I’m glad we’re back in the Quidditch season again. Quidditch games in general? FUN. Plus, one team completely annihilating the other? You have to admit that’s kind of entertaining. Even though I do feel bad.”

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venomouswitch​:

Alecto smiled, enjoying the attention. “Yes, Amycus and I are celebrating a bit differently though.”  She took the goblet gratefully and sipped, not thinking anything of the potion mistress handing her an unchecked drink. “And, yes to that too. Bella and I have already enchanted a few spiders to crawl around. Same charm as this…” she mentioned gesturing at her moving outfit. “You look darling by the way, love the bra out kinda look.”

@serefinas​

“Differently in what way?” Sera wrinkled her nose slightly at the spiders. She didn’t have anything against the creatures, but it was slightly unnerving seeing them crawl over the other witch. “Thanks - figured Halloween’s a good excuse to wear whatever you want, right?”

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“Ash, you’re supposed to wear a costume not dress as yourself. Honestly, I thought you were doing so well at keeping the fact you’re a complete nerd to yourself, only to blow it for Halloween. Who even ARE you?”

@silverashed​

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“An angel, how fitting,” Sera laced her fingers through Alessa’s, practically dragging her towards the drinks table. “Now, please tell me that you brought some good stuff,” she sighed, pulling four vials from her purse. “I’m woefully low - we need a good day of potion making - but I brought what I could.”

@alessas​

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astraeaburke​:

lucy-talkalot·:

Lucinda stood with Astraea at the base of the stairs outside the great hall. Her eyes followed as people moved past her into the party. She could hear the sound of the music and people talking and the smell of pumpkin pasties floating from the open doors. She looked down at her costume admiring the excessive amount of gold glitter that covered her body. Lucinda wouldn’t be caught dead in a dress but she loved glitter. She loved being able to walk into parties with her friends, and she was sure that they were going to turn some heads tonight “I wonder what everyone else is going as” she mused to Astraea. 

She was looking at the light reflecting off her romper when she heard familiar voices approaching her she looked up, her smile growing as she saw the other girls approaching her “bloody hell I didn’t think it was possible for us to get any more intimidating but now you all have shown up looking like goddesses” she laughed pausing the admire all of the girls costumes in turn “we are about to make one hell of entrance” 

@astraeaburke @serefinas @gentlehxrt @scarletgosforth @alessas

After having a good laugh over the fact that the pair had unintentionally coordinated outfits they made their way up to the entrance of the great hall to wait for the rest of the girls. She still had a smile on her face when they walked up the stairs towards them, it grew even further however when she took in how amazing all her friends looked, she was so happy others had put in as much effort as she had, she hated being the odd one out. 

“I have to agree with Lucy, the 5 of you are going to ruin the male population of Hogwarts, and I can’t wait to watch.” Astraea smiled at all of the girls, now gathered in a circle. She plunged her hand in to a hidden pocket in her dress, it had pockets, how amazing is that, and pulled out 6 vials of her potion. She had tested it out at Hestia’s birthday and had now perfected the concoction. “Ladies, a little bit of liquid courage, it should get you the perfect level of drunk without the messy hangover.” 

Astraea uncorked her vial, downed it in one and looked to the rest of the girls so they could follow suit. 

@serefinas· @gentlehxrt· @scarletgosforth· @alessas· @lucy-talkalot·

“Snitches!” Sera said with a smile as they approached the other girls. “Brilliant, honestly, and you both look positively radiant.” Sera accepted the vial from Astraea with a laugh, eyebrow raising as the blonde downed the potion. She turned to Andromeda, clinking her own vial against the older girls before following suit and downing it’s contents. “Lovely - bless you, Straea.”

@gentlehxrt​ @scarletgosforth​ @alessas​ @lucy-talkalot​ @astraeaburke​

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“I hear birthday wishes are in order,” Sera said with a smile, keeping her distance from the older witch and the spiders that adorned her. She reached a hand out to her, offering a drink - which of course contained her personal favourite potion for party nights. “Enjoying the night, I hope. Terrorizing the children?”

@venomouswitch​

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Serefina Greengrass as Marilyn Monroe

Halloween 1976

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alessas​:

Merlin, what had Alessandra got herself into with the Greengrass siblings? Serefina should have had her undying love and loyalty after five years of friendship. “Ash is an adult,” she reminded her friend, and herself at the same time. He was older, she knew that, but she didn’t want to think about what would happen after his seventh year. Not that anything would happen. Not that anything was happening. This was all very confusing. Her bottom lip jut out ever so briefly in a small pout but she bit down on it when she realized what she was doing. “Disappointed is worse than mad,” she pointed out. Alessa could live with Walden being mad at her, though that had never happened. She couldn’t handle him ever being disappointed in her.

She looked away when Sera mentioned feelings because Alessa was feeling all kinds of things. Her gaze lowered to her hands in her own lap. “I don’t think–” she paused, thinking over her words carefully. She looked at the blonde before continuing. “He didn’t do anything to intentionally hurt you, Ser. He just got– I don’t know, caught up in the moment. We both did.” They got caught up in a lot of moments. Therein laid the issue… “Please don’t be upset. Not with him, not with me. I can’t take it, so I bet he’s having a trouble with it too.” The last thing she wanted to do was come between two people she cared about. “–and don’t be mad at yourself. Your feelings are valid.” Turning her body, she mirrored Serefina’s position, tapping the other girls toes with her own.

Damn. If she didn’t feel bad before, she did now. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t so she inhaled through her nose instead. Wrapping her arms around her legs, she leaned forward and rested her chin on her knees. “I love you, did you know that? You’re my best friend.”

“Ash is an adult, but sometimes he doesn't act like one. Like, when it comes to being decent he can occasionally... fall short.” Sera pressed her lips together for a moment, separating them with a pop. “Maybe it is worse... I don’t know. I’ve never had to be mad or disappointed with him before. It’s... uncharted.” She glanced at her friend. “I’m not upset with you. But don’t tell me not to be upset with him. If he wants to act all protective big brother all the time he doesn’t get to pick and choose when he wants to be a brother. Ash and I... we’re supposed to be a team. You don’t - it was always me and him over everything and if he wants to do the one thing I asked him not to do then he can deal with me being upset with him for a while.” 

Sera mimicked her friend’s position, leaning forward to settle her chin. “You’re my best friend too. Always. Can we not let boys and brothers get in the way, please?”

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silverashed​:

Ash looks down at the cookie she’d offered him almost uncertain if he should hope it was a solid and good sign that everything would go back to normal soon–– how strange and foreign it was to be at odds with his sister, the one who was supposed to be by his side against the world around them, not angry or upset at him. He takes it, tentatively, tapping at the glossy pastel top with the pads of his fingers.  “I KNOW, Sera, but–– I don’t know what else to do. I’ve said the words.. and meant them, and I said it with flowers, and now these. It’s not enough. I KNOW it’s not enough, but I don’t know what IS because we’ve never fought before. Not even when we were children.”, He sighs and sets the macaron down when a plate materializes before him. He wasn’t in the mood to eat it, anyway.

“Nothing HAPPENED, Serefina. I promise. Nothing happened, and nothing will ever happen. She’s your friend, she’s off limits. I know that, I was just drunk off my arse and–– well, I told you already. YES, I was careless, but it’ll never happen again. It’s over.” He turned to face her again, then, brows knit together in a frown. The frown deepened when he saw tears running down her cheeks again, and he bit at the inside of his cheek, offering up an emerald green cloth napkin from the table. “Just tell me what I have to do to make things normal again. I don’t know how to be me when you’re not being you.”

Sera accepted the napkin, dabbing her face gently before setting it down on the table. She looked up at the high ceiling, blinking the tears out of her eyes, willing them to stop. She had cried enough over this - she was acting like a fool now. She looked back down at the table when she was certain no more tears would fall and let out a little sigh. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m supposed to be mad at you - I know that much - but -” she broke off, shaking her head. 

“I want to believe you, Ash. I do- I do believe you. But you have to stay away from her. Please,” she looked up to meet his eyes. “I can’t lose her, Ash. You are the only other person who knows what it is like to be us. Finding someone that I - that I trust completely - that I love. It’s not easy and I can’t lose her. And I REALLY can’t lose her because of you because that would be like losing both of you. I just need... I need you to pick someone else. PLEASE. Don’t just tell me what I want to hear. If you’re telling me the truth then good. But if there’s anything more, just please end it and pick someone else - SOMEONE I’M NOT BEST MATES WITH - to be your toy.” 

With that, Sera let out another sigh and almost imperceptibly leaned into her brother. It wasn’t quite a hug and someone outside of them might not have even noticed the shift in the way she was sitting, but it was almost the physical embodiment of the fact that she was letting herself rely on her brother again. “I’m still upset,” she murmured, head against his shoulder.

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violentdelighxt​:

“I wouldn’t have let you do that Sera, the common room is cold and full of creeps late at night, it wouldn’t have been right to let you do that. Plus you um… seemed like there was something you wanted to avoid and I thought you could do it better in the sixth year boys room.” He raised his cup to his lips again, taking a sip of his coffee. “With or without me being there.” He finished with a small smile. Tristram had wanted to know what had happened to her that evening, what had caused the sudden spark of interest in him. A small part of him hoped it was that she’d just woken up to him, but a larger part, the LOGICAL part, knew there was something more there.

“This might be horrible timing considering the drinking and the hungover and all, but would you let me take you to breakfast maybe, or maybe a butterbeer sometime? A totally friendly, if not slightly flirtacious butterbeer?” It was a bit of a long shot but if you didn’t try you didn’t succeed after all. “We can chat about what you put in your potion maybe, considering I feel like I’ve passed some sort of trust test and I’ve braved your brother and lived to tell the tale, which I think must give me some sort of Serefina based respect.” 

@serefinas·

“Oh - I might not have slept anyway. I hang out late in the common room plenty of nights, sometimes all night.” It wasn’t entirely a lie - insomnia had kept her up the entire night in the past, but even though she wasn’t that drunk, Sera knew she wouldn’t have gotten through the night conscious. Besides, Tris was right, eventually Alessa would come out of the common room and that wasn’t an interaction she was looking forward to. “Thank you anyway.”

She took another sip of coffee - nearly choking on it, but covering it well when he asked. “Oh - yeah. That sounds... good. Slightly flirtatious. Though I’m sorry, the potion recipes are kept under oath. I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you,” she echoed her words from the previous night with a slight laugh. Her eyes turned towards her coffee at the mention of Ash, and she pressed her lips together in a tight smile. “Perhaps you gained a little.”

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talulaxhs​:

Sitting on one of the tables in the Slytherin Common Room, Talulah began emptying her bag of her books in preperation for Serefina Greengrass. A slightly younger girl, Talulah was fond of Serefina. As prim as she was fiesty, Talulah saw a lot of herself in Serefina- her talent in potions was also unrivalled which was the subject for their meeting. 

Ever driven, Serefina had inquired as to a catch up of sorts and a chance to look at some of the seventh year potions work she would soon be inherting. Naturally Talulah was only happy to obilge and was curious to check in with her favourite little fifth year. 

“Right.” Talulah began, straightening her books as Serefina came into view and slid into the bench oppisite her. “Pleasure to see you again Sera, I hope you’ve been keeping well.” She offered politely with a slight nod of her head.

@serefinas​

Thirty seconds late and no more. Especially when she was meeting with someone whose opinion she actually cared about. Serefina Greengrass would never be actually late, and so she slid onto the bench almost exactly on time, already pulling a piece of parchment and quill out of her bag. “Good to see you as well, Talulah. Thank you for meeting me.” Her smile dimmed for such a brief second that she doubted the other girl would be able to catch it. “Yes, well. Thank you. And yourself? Seventh year going as spectacularly as I would imagine?”

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saskiaxparkinson​:

history of magic was the one class that saskia felt confident in. she wasn’t sure why it was her bread and butter, but she’d take it. at least she was good at something. saskia would never admit to anyone out loud, but she liked hearing about the different wars and such that happened long ago. it was somewhat entertaining, at least. sitting down next to her, saskia wondered, “want to help me come up with a plan to humiliate rosmerta? i’ve got nothing better to do.”

@serefinas​

“YES - I would love nothing more.” Any distraction would be welcome. Sera straightened her skirt and her hair, turning slightly to face the other girl. “Any ideas - I’ll admit my brain is a rather humiliation plot free zone most of the time.”

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astraeaburke​:

Astraea suddenly felt nervous, she had never really had any problems with her friends. Being a very laid back person, the only one that really pissed her off was Saskia and she had never had a problem dealing with her. However, Sera was different, usually sweet and caring she never thought she would have an issue with the girl, but now she did, she didn’t know how to go about dealing with it. 

Deciding to just rip of the plaster, Astraea went straight in with it “well, I saw you last night by the lake with Tris, and I’ve spoken with him today, and well, I’m just really confused and a little bit hurt.” 

@serefinas​

“Oh!” Oh shit. “I... I was pretty drunk and Tris and I had a nice conversation earlier in the night.” They had until Ash had ruined it. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you though Straea. Nothing happened with us really. I guess I - didn’t think you would mind.” And she really hadn’t. Well, to be fair she hadn't been thinking much about Astraea when she’d kissed Tristram - which she supposed was a little hypocritical. But Astraea and Tris always seemed to have such a different relationship than Ash and Sera did that she hardly ever thought of it that way. 

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scarletgosforth​:

Scarlet was ready to spend yet another day in the Library. She couldn’t ignore the transfiguration essay any longer. Thankfully for her, she wasn’t particularly hungover. Although that also meant that the image on her doing body shots with dickhead Wilkes was far too clear in her mind. How had that even happened. Drunk Scarlet was always a little out of her control, but this was taking it to a new level. She knew he would probably never let her live it down. It wasn’t fair, she didn’t like him having something to hold over her. 

She walked into the Library, throwing Madam Pince a sweet smile, a sort of promise to behave. She’d often got a scolding for being too loud in the library. She almost jumped out of her skin when someone grabbed hold of her and pushed her into a seat. She was about to pull out her wand before a familiar face came out to view

“Jesus Sera, you scared the life out of me” Scarlet could already feel Madam Pince’s eyes on her back. 

“I mean is the tea going to make me crazy too?” she joked. 

“So how came you were so desperate to see me?” She questioned “I know i’m good company but I don’t usually get that sort of reaction”

@serefinas​

“I’m bored out of my mind Scarlet, and you’re as good a distraction as any. And NO the tea won’t make you crazy. I’m not crazy - and I haven’t had any tea anyway. It’s just tea with a little something to perk you up - well to perk me up but I’m not thirsty so you can have it.”

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violentdelighxt​:

“No don’t be embarrassed.” He said with a laugh. “I quite enjoyed forcefull Serefina, definately a new one I hope to see again.” Tristram replied, half-jokingly. Seeing that new side to Serefina had been something else entirely, exciting and pulse racing but if he ever hoped to see her again he prayed he was just as drunk or she was more sober. “Um no we did not.” Tristram replied, sinking back in his chair and taking a sip of his own coffee. “I think it is generally quite frowned upon for wizards to take advantage of witches who are considerably drunker than they are, despite how unbelievably sexy they may be.” 

Smiling at her warmly, Tristram nodded to his bed where she was now sitting, her hands clutched on her coffee, her gaze curious as she looked back at him. “I put you to bed here and went to go sleep in Elliott’s room. You seemed pretty set on sleeping in the Common Room and I couldn’t bear to leave you trying to sleep on a leather couch with everyone stumbling in and out.” Raising his coffee to his lips, he paused before speaking again. “But if you ever want to proposition me again for sex or have a sleepover where I actually stay in my own bed as well, you just name a time and place.” Serefina hadn’t been as drunk as he was making out, something with her had been different that night. She seemed… sad almost. Emotionally drained and ready to make bad choices. Likewise it was generally seen as frowned upon to take advantage of emotionally unstable witches, especially when said witches thought they’d done a great job of hiding it. 

@serefinas·

“Well - I’ll have to keep that in mind,” she replied with a small smile. Sera brought the cup to her lips to ease the sting of whatever she was feeling. He was right, it was good that they hadn’t done anything and he was respecting her. She should be grateful but she really just felt like the whole night had been a failure. “Yeah - I suppose it is. I wasn’t THAT drunk though. Just - for the record. And you didn’t have to abandon your bed. I would have been fine on the couch. Or you could have at least stayed in bed with me - I think that’s innocent enough. Although I might have continued to proposition you - so perhaps that’s for the best,” she said with a smile, attempting to poke fun at herself.

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silverashed​:

Once Ash had woken up, untangling himself from Alessa’s sheets and Alessa herself, and snuck out of the fifth year girls’ dorms–– escaping undetected, by the skin of his teeth, really ––he’d gone back to his own dorm area, showered, and paced about the foot of his own empty bed.  He’d never fought with his sister before–– and even now, he wasn’t really FIGHTING with her, but she was still angry and upset with him. Understandably so. She’d be even more hurt if she knew the truth, if she knew just where he’d spent the night even after everything that had happened in the woods. It.. scared him, this rift between them. It scared him even more that he seemed so willing to risk ripping it open further by still wanting so badly what he should not–– who he COULD NEVER have. But he wanted Alessandra anyway. He wanted to light the cigarettes that she would steal from his lips, and he wanted to hear her laugh, and he wanted to find out if she really could play piano as well as she said she could. He wanted, he wanted, he wanted. It was selfish. It was wrong. Out of all the people in the castle, of whom he more or less could choose freely––– he wanted the one he could never have, in a way he’d never wanted anyone or anything else before. He’d sworn to himself, that night in the woods, that he’d never act on it in the way he’d been expressly forbidden to, but even the simple fact that he couldn’t clear his mind of her ( her smile, her wide, clear eyes, the way she bit her lip, the way she bit his ) for a single moment was enough to have him setting off out of the castle, ignoring his class schedule in favor of heading toward Hogsmeade. When he spotted Sera in the great hall at dinner, later–– he’d be able to pick her out of the most crowded Quidditch stadium in an instant ––he’d had to steel himself before walking over, before silently settling down on the bench next to her. Ash kept quiet for a few beats, even as she made it quite clear how unwelcome he was next to her––– which made his heart twist, his stomach drop unpleasantly.  Slowly, tentatively, he set the long and slim transparent box of macarons on the table between them, right under her gaze. They’d been freshly baked this morning. They were her favorite. They weren’t enough of an apology. They were the only thing he could think of to extend as a peace offering. He’d sent up about twelve more boxes, identical to that one, to her dorm. It still hadn’t been enough to assuage his guilt. “…Don’t be mad at me. Please, just–– stop. I don’t know what to do to myself.”

She looked down at the table - at the box of macarons - eyes shooting up to meet his. “Flowers and cookies aren’t a real apology, Ash.” She sighed, opening the box and taking out one of the macarons, taking a bite - anything to occupy her mouth so she didn’t have to talk. On instinct, she picked up another cookie, offering it to him without thinking –– a gesture she’d made probably a thousand times. She swallowed the bite, reaching out to take a sip of the water on the table in front of her. Her gaze stayed on the macarons as she lightly traced her fingertips on the box. It wasn’t fair. She was ALLOWED to be mad - she had a right. But she didn’t know what to do either and it felt strange not to settle into the familiar patterns that had been built over her lifetime. Not to lean into his side or search for the smile that he only offered her. 

“I can’t just STOP. It’s not that easy. You were careless. I –– of all the girls in the castle –– drunk or not you should have been better. I love you,” she said, her eyes flicking up to meet his, FINALLY. “I always love you, but you hurt me, Ash. And I thought you were the one person who would never do that so I’m sorry if I’m not your best buddy right now.” UGH, the tears were back and Sera averted her gaze, staring at the table again. She would not make a fool out of herself - crying in the middle of the Great Hall. She wiped at her cheeks and sighed. “Alessa is my best friend and you treated her like... like she was anyone. And I said things that I wasn’t proud of - but I don’t know how to just BE OKAY with it, Ash. It’s more than apology flowers and macarons, Ash. I already know you and I already know you know me. I have to figure out how to trust you right now.”

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alessas​:

This situation was… complicated. For many reasons. The biggest reason being Serefina, who was loved by both Ash and Alessa. This… thing, whatever this thing was, would ultimately come back to bite them all in the ass. If she kept seeing Ash, it would hurt Sera. If she stopped seeing Ash, it would hurt herself. Ash would, hypothetically, be hurt by both scenarios… but Ash and Sera were siblings and Alessa didn’t ever want to come between them… so in the end, they would forgive each other and only person that would end up truly heartbroken was Alessa. 

But if Serefina thought that all those things she said to hurt Alessa were true, then she didn’t know her brother at all. Maybe nobody did. .Alessa wasn’t naive enough to think that she knew him better than anyone else but… didn’t she? When all of this was over, she wouldn’t remember all the stolen kisses, she would remember all the moments in between, the conversations that lasted long after a cigarette burned out or their little game of truth and a lie where she told him more than she had ever told anyone, and he did the same. There was a time when she too reduced him to a reputation but now she knew he was so much more than what he wanted everyone to think of him. She knew him, and she wasn’t ready to un-know him yet.

For the second time in two days, Alessa was surprised to find a Greengrass in her bed. She didn’t have a chance to say anything before Sera was speaking and she came to a stop next to the bed, dragging her bottom lip between her teeth. She wasn’t expecting an apology, and maybe she didn’t deserve one. Sera may have assumed the worst, but she wasn’t wrong. There was something going on between Alessa and Ash, it just… wasn’t what she thought it was. She let Serefina finish before sliding onto the bed next to her, sitting on her knees. “You’re my best friend too,” she started with, and she meant it. Narcissa and Serefina were both her best friends, but the bond she shared with Sera was deeper than friendship.

“Already forgiven,” she replied, tone slightly teasing as she leaned over, nudging Sera’s shoulder with her own. “Don’t… apologize for your brother.” Sera was right about one thing though– Ash had let Alessa into that pretty little head of his… and now she didn’t want to leave. “I know how he made it sound, but we were both drunk and neither one of us were thinking clearly. Don’t be mad at him.” She canted her head to the side, reaching out to twirl a strand of pink hair around her finger. “Forgive me too?”

Sera let out a sigh of relief, reaching out to grab her friend’s hand and squeeze it gently before bringing her own back to her lap. “No - no I need to apologize for him - I’m sure that he hasn’t. Drunk or not - Ash knows better.” Her brow furrowed slightly as Alessa suggested she not be mad at her brother. “I don’t know that I’m mad at him... disappointed maybe. That’s cliche - I know. I just wish... he can be careless sometimes and neither your nor my feeling should have been a part of his GAME. I thought he was better than that. I thought he cared about me more than that.” She sighed, settling back into the pillows behind her. “I don’t even know how to be around him - I don’t know that I want to. I mean - I DO. But I’m still upset with him. How do you reconcile that?” she asked, eyes flicking up to Alessa’s. “I don’t want to just forgive him - I want him to know he hurt me. I’ve never actually been mad at him before, It feels foreign. Like I’m mad at myself.”

She smiled at her friend. “Nothing to forgive.” She brought her knees up, feet flat on the bed. “I was shitty. I just - I thought you were sneaking around behind my back - which is stupid, I know. I just got upset in the heat of the moment. I felt like I couldn’t trust you. Or Ash. And you two are probably the only people I DO trust - completely.” Sera shook her head. “Regardless, I shouldn’t have said those things. I didn’t mean them but that doesn’t make them okay.”