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𝟬𝟬𝟰: THEY BOTH DESERVED THE WORLD; SO WHY NOT EACH OTHER?

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FLASHBACK TO 1970 . . .

"NO, DAVID YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND," CERES STATED, AS SHE PICKED UP HER LAST PIECE OF CLOTHING, AND PACKED IT INTO HER SUITCASES, CHEEKS WET OF TEARS. David looked at his wife in disbelief. "You won't ever understand, David," another tear rolled down her face as she put her pointer finger in her face. David was tearing up, and sobbed into his hand.

"Baby, please -" He tried to stop her, tears now on his shirt. Ceres let out a quiet cry, as she pushed him out of the way.

"No! David, you won't ever understand. Take care of Rena, please," Ceres then walked out the door, her husband on the floor, weeping. 

Steadily, Serena walked out the door. Her face was wet from tears. She learned young that when her parents fought, to never get involved. She wrapped her small arms around him, kissing his shoulder. David let out another sob, now wrapping his arms around his young daughter. 

"It's okay, dad. It'll be okay," she kissed the top of his head like a child, as he laid on her chest on the floor. She started humming, and slowly traces lines on her father's back. She was only eleven years old, yet she was so mature. Serena knew exactly how to calm her dad. As her father calmed down, he looked up at his daughter teary eyed. He wondered how he got so lucky. He smiled, slowly touching her hair to out of her face. 

David got up, and helped his daughter off the floor. "Come on, let's go to bed, darling,"

Serena nodded, but stayed where she was as David walked away. He turned around, confusion plastered on his face. "Is.. mom coming back?" her voice didn't mean to break, but it did. She looked up at her father, like a child who's lost their toy, a tear slipped her eyes. David walked over, hugging his daughter. 

"No, love, I'm sorry," he said softly, kissing her cheek. "It's okay, we can survive, okay?" Serena nodded, taking her hand into his, and walking towards to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

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Ceres knocked the door of sister's door house, teary eyed. She wanted to be strong - but she knew as soon she saw her, she'd break. Nephele opened the door, rubbing her eyes tiredly, looking at who was knocking her door at this hour. She gasped softly as she realized it was older sister, bawling at her doorstep.

"C, what are you-" Nephele was cut off by her sister sobbing, as they embraced each other in a tight hug. "Oh, it's okay, angel, come in, come in,"

Ceres came in, and put her bags in the small studio. It was cluttered, but it was sort of beautiful. Nephele wasn't a clean person, but wasn't a dirty person. It was hard with work, she was a very busy person. She wasn't exactly rich, either. When she got married to Davian, it was a pretty wedding at her mother's mansion in London. It was small-nit wedding, and very cute. They spent quite a lot of money last year, so she needed to take it easy now. Nephele turns on the light, and lightly smiles at her older sister. "Need a drink?" Ceres nodded, and sniffed as she sat on the couch.

Nephele was the only sibling she talked too. Of course she talked to Cece, but it was hard talking to her since she lived all the way in France. After Lucian's killing, they all became closer, including Ceres, but it also made her hate the Wizarding World even worse, so she distanced herself. Nephele handed Ceres a beer, and sat next to her. Any other day, she would've declined a beer, but tonight, she needed it. 

"So . . . what happened?" Nephele asked, facing Ceres. Ceres sniffed, looking anywhere except her sister - she couldn't face her. 

"I . . . left David," Ceres started, a light gasp leaving Nephele's mouth. She sniffed once more, taking a whiff of the beer. "It was all so much. I don't want to be a damned wizard, El. And now Serena got into Hogwarts, and-and . . . my lies! I couldn't do that to David!" Ceres rambled, a light sob from Ceres. Nephele took Ceres' head into her lap, shushing her. "I-I don't why it happened -- I just . . . left,"