Serina, who actually looked an absolute wreck and nothing at all like Leo’s affected mind made her seem in his eyes, sighed and dumped the heavy fire extinguisher, allowing it to fall unceremoniously on the floor. She almost DIED. DIED. What the bloody hell was Willoughby thinking, taking their wands away?! What if she hadn’t thought to use the extinguisher, what were they supposed to do? Just DIE?!

Despite the avalanche of thoughts and complaints invading the girl’s thoughts, Serina was still too numb and exhausted from the whole ordeal to voice her opinion. She allowed herself to lean against the doorway and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“My love — You made it SNOOOOW!”

Serina’s eyes snapped open.
“…What did you just call me?” she hissed dangerously, her voice so low it was almost only a whisper. “You… YOU. None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for you!” she exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at the childlike boy that sat on the floor with—was that a headband? Where did he even get that?! It was kind of nice actually, she rather liked the grunge look of i—OKAY NO, if this wasn’t enough reason for Willoughby to disqualify him, then Serina was ready to lose all hope.

As an afterthought, she quickly added, hazel eyes narrowed dangerously, “And I’m not your ‘love’.” As if!

Adam hated to admit it, but… “Good job, Souza.” He looked from her to Leo and back. “How did that even happen?” Seriously, none of them had even attempted to cook anything yet, how were fires already starting?!