Serina grabbed the nearest object she could get her hands on - which happened to be a roll of paper towels - and tossed it at Leo when the stupid Gryffindor boy had the audacity to wink at her. HONESTLY. Honestly! The absolute NERVE of this idiot, to be flirting with her after he just attempted to murder them all! The Slytherin considered walking over to him and kicking him while she was at it, but decided better against it. Not only would Willoughby immediately disqualify her, she was just TOO tired to even move. This whole experience (as in, dealing with idiots, not necessarily the having-to-live-like-a-muggle part) was just too exhausting.

Serina turned, and just as she considered the idea of heading upstairs and finding herself the biggest room with the most comfortable bed, the board on the living room wall displayed a new message. One that immediately recharged the girl’s battery with a new source of energy: immense pride.

15 points.
Not only had her quick thinking earned her a generous amount of points (quite honestly she had momentarily forgotten about the point system), but she now had more points than anyone else in the house. She. Was. On. TOP.

Smiling from ear-to-ear, Serina gracefully walked, almost seeming to float, her way over to the board. With sparkling hazel eyes, she read the message over and over, and memorized the beauty of her name with a glittering “15 points” next to it. She. Was. WINNING. She was better than all these losers combined. This was it. Her time to shine had finally arrived! Her only disappointment was that Leo was only deducted a negative amount of points rather than being completely kicked out from the competition, but it was something she could live with long as she was still above the two more capable students.

From the kitchen, Adam snorted loudly. Leo having negative points was just too much. The Gryffindor might as well just give up and walk away now, seriously. However, Serina being on top of the chart… that was a serious problem. He looked over at Allegra, as if to say “now what?” when Serina walked back into the kitchen, her earlier exhaustion completely forgotten and replaced by a whole new sense of purpose.

“Move over, Kipling,” she muttered, pushing the boy aside. “You saw the message, nitwits. It’s dinner time.” With that, she took the apron Leo had earlier sported and tied it around her waist. “You - out,” she ordered of the Gryffindor, poking him on the floor with the tip of her foot, as if he carried some deadly disease she was afraid of catching. The disease of stupidity. Also, she didn’t want him burning down the kitchen again.