Now sat at the table, Serena sent greeting nods at certain people. It was a wonder how a bad mood kept people away from interacting with her. It was a talent, honestly.

She turned her attention to the first year (Geode) and nodded at them. “Thank you.” Her gaze, sharp yet solemn, turned to Aria. “It’s not bullying. I expressed my gratitude.” Serena could show her bullying. It also wasn’t her fault the first year didn’t stand her ground if she wanted to keep her seat that much.

Tossing her red curls behind her shoulder, Serena added, “Besides, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Everything is okay.” Everything was worked out. Even it wasn’t, Serena wasn’t going to admit the opposite.