"Oh, perhaps I am," she replied dully. Seneca may not have the same explosive temper as Meta, but she was definitely quick-tempered. She supposed all Lestranges were like that.
The party was as dull as could be, especially for a fourteen-year-old without anyone to enjoy it with. There was good food, but it was nothing she'd never had before—and then there were the cartoonish magical effects that got old after a while.
"Can you tell that I'm having a blast?" she deadpanned, motioning for Seneca to take the seat beside her. "There's nothing that brings me more joy than watching people make fools out of themselves. Obviously.
The party was as dull as could be, especially for a fourteen-year-old without anyone to enjoy it with. There was good food, but it was nothing she'd never had before—and then there were the cartoonish magical effects that got old after a while.
"Can you tell that I'm having a blast?" she deadpanned, motioning for Seneca to take the seat beside her. "There's nothing that brings me more joy than watching people make fools out of themselves. Obviously.
— set by MJ <3 —