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Post by Marissa Martinelli-Gambino on May 11, 2011 9:08:52 GMT -5
A blonde head bobbing in tune to a song heard only in her own head could be barely seen from behind the stacks of books piled around her. What looked like chaos was actually a well organized mess sorted by subject and stacked in order of size. The scratching of her quill was almost in synch with her singing, but she did not notice. She was busy checking boxes and signing forms and matching her forms with the informational parchment owled over the summer.
With a resigned sigh, she began looking over the same form that Gio had received, but unlike hers, his was as pristine as when he had received it. She frowned and lined it up with hers, and began simply marking his in an exact match. She knew when she had nicked it from his backpack while waiting for the Express that he had never even considered what classes they were taking, while that was all she could think of during the last few weeks of break.
She didn't consider it an invasion of privacy, on the contrary she was doing him a great favor. They were mostly of the same opinion of what classes they would take each term, though for differing reasons. So it was no big deal to her to simply do the work for him, rather than listen to him agonize and stress over it, disturbing her peace, when she could do it herself in moments.
Finished, she looked at the massive pile of books and flyers and parchments, wondering if she should re-shelve the books or leave that for the librarian.
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Post by Giuseppe Gambino on May 11, 2011 15:22:41 GMT -5
How could it have gotten lost? He specifically remembered slipping the folder into his trunk before leaving for the the train. The folder was still there, but with no trace of the form. Someone had to have physically opened the trunk and taken it out. It was silly to think anyone would break into his trunk to steal a class registration form. There was obviously another motive behind it all, something far more sinister. Only one person went out of their way to perform despicable deeds that would no doubt annoy the crap out of Gio.
Marissa wasn't that hard to find if he simply followed the scent of cheap perfume and rotting fish. He also asked a couple of her friends and one girl said she might have gone to the library. She was there alright, hiding behind a fortress of books.
"I don't know what your deal is, but you better give it back....or else.." Gio was in no mood to go beating around the bush. She would either give it to him or he'd hex her until she did. Either way he was getting his shit back.
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Post by Marissa Martinelli-Gambino on May 11, 2011 19:24:23 GMT -5
Marissa was a little surprised to hear the sudden hostility coming from Gio, but she shouldn't have been. For some reason it had been building for the last few terms, just as her own indifference to his moods had grown substantially. It usually took him time to work himself up to that tone of voice and it made her wonder, but she decided to dismiss it. Which was the one thing guaranteed to anger him more. Being ignored and being dismissed as unimportant, it was all the same. Even negative attention was better than none, when it came down to the two of them, and later she would question her own perverse pleasure in goading him, when the entire situation arose from her sincere wish to help.
"If you are referring to your this" she held up the schedule she had just filled out in his name, "it's rather pointless to give it back to you, unless you are sending it right now, no? I was just on my way up to drop them off, but if you are going that way you might as well take mine as well. Not a big deal, don't thank me darling brother" she smiled sweetly and busied herself with tidying up the few remaining forms.
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Post by Giuseppe Gambino on May 12, 2011 21:02:35 GMT -5
Gio's dear sister was definitely trying his patience. It always took him longer than usual to register whatever came out of Marissa's mouth because she never gave him a straight answer. If the situation had been slightly different he probably would have given up and gone on with the rest of his day. This time it was personal. She went out of her way to piss him off and he couldn't just walk away from it. Gio was always taught to be the better person and turn the other cheek, and up until now he had always done just that. He was sick of it and sick of having to take the blame every time she screwed up because their parents always took her side.
When it finally dawned on him what Marissa took upon herself to do, he lost it. His entire body seemed to shake with fury and as if he had no control over himself, his right hand lashed out and back slapped her. He couldn't remember ever being so angry with someone and for reasons he could not explain, he was enjoying every moment of it.
"Goddamn the day my father decided to marry your mother. We would have been better off without you both.."
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Peregrine Winkle
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Post by Peregrine Winkle on May 13, 2011 14:52:35 GMT -5
"Tsk tsk... Slytherins and their temper" Perry tutted outloud mockingly. He had been sitting in the library for some time now in hopes of catching a student or two studying. His hopes were diminished after the first few hours, and what came out of a result of the whole ordeal was a bored looking ghost with nothing better to do than to watch the world. "Save it for quidditch, at least there you get points for being a prick" Perry indicated to Gio. He openly despised the sport, though he had to admit watching a student or two get knocked around wasn't all that bad to watch.
He lifted himself from the chair and sat absently on the desk beside Marissa, ignoring Gio's existence now "Some guys" he laughed, attempting to console her "They get their jollies off hitting girls. Lucky for you it looks as if he hasn't hit puberty yet" he looked back at Gio for a moment and smirked, he did seem a little small for his age. Then returned his gaze back onto Marissa "You just need to know where to hit 'im," Perry gave a little cough and pointed down, hinting somewhere..
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Post by Marissa Martinelli-Gambino on May 14, 2011 14:25:45 GMT -5
Marissa's head swung to the side with the force of his slap, too fast to dodge and too unexpected to try. Her eyes stung with tears from the sharpness of it, and she blinked quickly to hide them, Merlin forbid he think she was crying over him.
"You ferret faced, skinny arsed piece if shite! If I'd had my way, Papa would have left your fessacchione self behind! You were the worst thing ever happened to my family, and I hate you!"
She was almost bent in half, screaming at him at the top of her lungs and was about to launch into a litany of insults in her native tongue when whatever Perry had said began to sink in, and she was enraged. Most of her anger was for Gio, but Perry had caught the end of their fight, and one thing you never did was let outsiders see your dirty laundry.
"What are you, eh? Another boy? You're not even a boy, you're some kind of freak of nature, some dead person that didn't even go where he was supposed to!"
She would feel bad about that later, but at the moment she didn't care. She was furious and embarrassed and wanted to lash out at everyone, no exceptions. It took the worst of the fire off her temper though, and stopped her from retaliating physically at Gio. Not that she forgave him, however. This was the worst thing he had ever said or done and she'd make him pay for it. Later.
When there were no witnesses.
She stomped out of the library clutching her bag fiercely, slamming the doors behind her, leaving a trail of scrap papers behind her.
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Post by Giuseppe Gambino on May 14, 2011 18:24:40 GMT -5
Gio should have been stunned by his own actions, but he simply was not. His sister had been in dire need of a wake-up call for some time and as far as he was concerned, the slap was justified. His only regret was not doing it sooner. Gio was not a violent person by nature, but if a good smack was the only way of putting Marissa in her place, then so be it.
He smiled through her weak insults, knowing full well that nothing his sister said or did could ever really hurt him. Her 'tough girl' facade wasn't fooling anyone either.
"Yeah , there you go brutta. Run up to the dorms and cry. Do us both a favor and jump out a window while you're there!"
"And you.." he added, referring to the ghost. "You're just lucky I can't hit YOU. Nosy prick.." He too stomped off, all thoughts of retrieving his registration form forgotten.
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