Seth laughed mostly because it was true. He would have been lucky to have just half the grace his grandmother did. She also had the knack of still being able to make him feel like he was fourteen and getting caught trying to sneak out of the house to see the pretty girl down the street.
He would never forget the stack of Tattler's he got a few years back with the attached note that said, 'Just remember if the world knows, your Grandmother knows.' He had been mortified, it never had occurred to him his actions would get back to her.
"I'm lucky to have gotten anything from her." Seth admitted honestly. "She taught both Henry and I when we use to go visit for the summers. Said we were her last hope to see another Wadcock wear a United robes." He shuffled his feet slightly keeping his gaze on the pictures in front of him. He really didn't like how much he had mucked that one up because he was power hungry and just plain dumb. When he looked back at some of the things he did, he was really surprised she still spoke to him at all.
Shoving his hands in his pockets he turned from the pictures towards Savannah desperate for a change of subject. Seth was doing his best to move on from that time in his life, be a better person than he was and the easiest track to do that was just to cut out everything from that time of his life. But then there was Savannah, who probably got the very worst of what he had done, and he wasn't sure how to untangle the two.
Seth wanted this tentative attempt at friendship, or at the very least civility to work. It was the very least he could do, but it was also incredibly hard to stand in a room with her and not think of all the things he had done. And what exactly he had thrown away.
"Anyways, enough about me, its a tired subject. How are things for you? Looking for a new scoop for Witch Weekly?"
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