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Post by Giuseppe Gambino on Apr 27, 2011 2:13:33 GMT -5
It was horribly humid in London and Giuseppe was especially peeved a certain afternoon in July. He just paid a visit to the family Healer to pick up a refill for his anti itch potion and had to race home before his father left for his weekly meeting at the dueling club, or he would be locked out. His mother and sister were out shopping for the day so there was no one to let him in. Under normal circumstances, he would have no problem getting home on time, but the rash on his bum prevented him from walking properly. He also made the mistake of wearing a thick long sleeved shirt and jeans, the latter of which was causing him to chafe in the worst possible area.
Gio looked absolutely ridiculous to anyone he came across on the way home. He spouted out profanities the entire way home and stared down anyone who looked at him twice, which happened to be just about everyone because he was walking like a duck. As he turned a corner and headed down the street that would eventually lead to his home, he discovered the entire area was blocked off due to muggle construction work.
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Post by Marissa Martinelli-Gambino on Apr 27, 2011 13:13:52 GMT -5
Marissa lay on her bed all comfy and cool, relaxing under a cooling charm, taking tiny bites of her ice cream while flipping through a magazine. She had been home for hours, after being bored out of her skull by the repetitiveness of the shops and the same idle chatter to be heard no matter where they stopped. Mama finally took pity on her, or maybe she was just frustrated with Marissa it was hard to tell. She managed to escape after they hit one of the salons and the owner engaged her mother with an in depth discussion of cranberry nail varnish vs. violet crush. To be honest, Marissa saw no difference but tried to look appreciative. For all of a minute. Seeing the tell tale signs of her daughter's eyes glazing over, she dismissed her as soon as the younger blonde's nails were dry. Packages were all around the bed, silks robes and new lacy underthings piled around her. She sighed and waved her freshly pedicured toes in perfect bliss, and swallowed more cherry vanilla. She ignored the jackhammers when she first came home, and wondered if she should firecall the healer and have him tell Gio that the road was blocked. Nah. She grinned evilly while a house elf began packing away her things. Let him find out on his own. He wanted to keep his ''little problem'' a secret? Fine, she could be equally tightlipped  She wasn't sure what was wrong with him, he had never kept a secret from her before. She hoped it was explosive diarrhea. That would serve him right for ignoring her questions. Giggling, she handed over the now empty dish, and asked for a connoli before flipping through the next magazine, though she wasn't seeing it. Visions of a jumping Gio desperately racing for home filled her head instead, and she began to doze. |
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Post by Giuseppe Gambino on Apr 27, 2011 16:52:08 GMT -5
With the entire street completely blocked off, Gio had no choice but to turn around and take the long way home. If ONLY the higher ups at the Ministry allowed minors to use magic outside of school, life would be so much easier. Nothing was ever easy for Giuseppe. He'd been plagued with bad luck since before he could remember. His parents dismissed the idea and his sister just thought him a moron, but Gio was convinced someone had cursed him at birth. He had experienced more tumbles down the stairs, suffered playground injuries, and lost more things of value than the average person. This time though, he had a burning itching rash on his buttocks because he made the unfortunate mistake of listening to someone who told him public toilets were cleaner than the average toilets and therefore safe to sit on. He really REALLY wanted to apply the ointment he picked up, but sticking his hands down his pants in public would have been so wrong on so many levels.
Several minutes of walking and the pain was just about unbearable. He bit down on his lower lip, suppressing the urge to cuss the world. Gio wanted to strangle someone, anyone! Somebody had to be blamed for his misfortune.
Two more blocks of duck walking and he finally reached his destination. He rang the bell and pounded on the door frantically, really not expecting his father to be home. "Open up, I've gotta use the loo!" He cursed his father for not trusting his own son enough to give him a key to their home. Gio was deemed 'irresponsible' and 'unreliable' after losing three sets of keys over the course of a few months. Damn his luck...
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Post by Marissa Martinelli-Gambino on Apr 27, 2011 19:33:36 GMT -5
Marissa snapped out of her daze as soon as she heard an excited squeal. "Young master is home! Fizzy is getting the door! Young master is home!"[/color]
She called out to the elf not to bother, that she would let 'young master' in herself. Smiling, she turned her head so that the disappointed elf couldn't see her trying not to laugh. She slid out of bed and adjusted her clothing, pushed her hair back, and made sure she was still neat. Then she pushed on a pair of slippers and began the short walk to the door, taking as long as humanly possible. Let him WAIT. She slowly opened the door, smiling serenely and draped her entire body in the doorway, blocking his path entirely.
"Well hello there, brother. Did you have a nice visit at the doctor? You seemed to take a long time. Did you do a bit of shopping too? Maybe you stopped to bring me a little something on the way home? You really should have gone with us, we had an absolutely marvelous time. They had these darling robes that were cut just so, and I spotted some suit jackets that would have been so peeeerfect for you. Such lovely shades of blue, they would have brought out the blue in your eyes, and..." she babbled on in an un-Marissalike fashion, batting her own blue eyes innocently, for all the world looking like she was merely trying to engage him in sisterly chat.
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Post by Giuseppe Gambino on Apr 27, 2011 20:36:25 GMT -5
He could hear very faintly what had to be Blimpy's usual commotion whenever someone was at the door. The house elf was under strict orders to never answer the door to anyone but their parents when there was no one else home and when someone WAS home, the door was to be answered only with permission. He doubted very much Blimpy was on the other side of the door talking to himself, which meant someone had to be home. Thank the good lord, his dad must have been running late for the meeting.
In a much better mood than he was in two seconds ago, Gio put one foot forward ready to squeeze by his father and run up to the safety of his room, but for the second time that afternoon his path was blocked, this time by his freak of a sister.
She went on and on, but none of it was even remotely absorbed. "Yeah uh huh that's nice, now get out of my way before I..." he stopped short of threatening bodily harm, only because the look on her face suggested she was up to absolute evil. Crap, did she mention the doctor? Didn't he tell everyone he was going to get a haircut? The nosy vixen must have overheard him scheduling the appointment, which more then likely meant she also heard him provide a very detailed explanation of his predicament.
"Okay you got me! I have a nasty rash on my arse! yes it's hilarious ha ha ha ha, not get out of my way before I drop my pants and rub it all over your toothbrush." With that, he forced his way in and waent running up the stairs to relieve himself of the pain and torture.
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Post by Marissa Martinelli-Gambino on Apr 29, 2011 13:15:49 GMT -5
Ew. Ew. Ew. What the hell?
Too shocked to do much more than stare at him bug-eyed as he shoved past her, it wasn't until he was upstairs and slamming the door that the sound jarred her out of her stunned silence.
"EEEEEEEEEEEW! OH. MY. GOD" she shrieked and ran for her own bathroom, ignoring decorum and not stopping until she reached the sink. Scrubbing her arms where he had touched her, she used the hottest water, and began to run the water in her bath. She had to sterilize herself thoroughly. She threw her clothes out the door and screamed for Fizzy to BURN THEM. She didn't want to be diseased like Gio. She yelled out the door to him, hoping he could hear her all the way up the stairs. Dirty freak.
"How the hell did you get a rash THERE? Didn't Papa ever give you THE TALK?" she shrieked before locking her door and jumping into the shower.
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