It was a sunny afternoon, two days before my birthday. But it wasn't as warm as usual, I thought. "I better get used to it anyway, Scotland is not exactly known for it's warm temperature now is it?" I hissed angrily. The sound of footsteps coming to my room made me get mentally ready for another argument that I knew I would loose, but I swear on Merlin socks that I won't go unheard.
"What is it this time, complaining about the breakfast that you didn't have yet?" Questioned a petite woman smiling at her own frowning daughter.
"Well I was talking about the weather actually but if you insist on talking about the awful, puke-looking like thing that they call porridge, I'm here for another round!" said the young girl. As her mother looked at her, trying to grave her round annoyed face in her memory, she started reassuring herself thinking that yes, even if they looked a lot like physically, Giovanna was stronger than her and she definetely had more temper.
"Why can't I just go to Castelobruxo?" Complained the brunette.
"Why don't you ask your grandmother about her stupid feud with the headmaster?"
"Oh no I can't hear it again, I swear if she comes in rambling about what a stupid git he is, I will h" Before she could finish her sentence, her grandma came into her room with a letter in her hand.
"I am not deaf yet, and my granddaughter will go to that bastard's school only past my grave! Don't look at me like that you traitor, take the letter I'm not going to stand here all day!" At this point she was nearly shouting, that's where the temper was from Liliana thought amused at the scene.
"I love you grandma!" Giovanna yelled as senhora Nunes (kind nickname given by her customers) stormed out of the room. "Isn't it a bit early for the letter?" her mother proceed to explain how the procedure went since she lived further away.
"Brilliant, now it's official, I will have to go, hopefully I don't freeze to death, but if I do, I hope you will cry a lot" said the young girl while dramatically throwing herself on her bed.
"You know I don't like when you say those things, makes me worried." sighed the curly haired woman.
"You know I can't help it, sorry. Besides why can't I work at the shop, you could teach me spells and everything and I could take over the shop and" At this point it was just intellegible rambling, even she didn't believe in what she said. Of course she loved her family's society, they were one of the best firewhisky makers and sellers all througout south America, but that wasn't what she wanted to do, it just.. didn't click. Her mother was aware of that, so she silently pet her daughter's hair, they didn't need to talk, they knew they would miss each other, but it was the best choice. When she opened her eyes, Giovanna found herself staring at her sister's green teary eyes.
"Does Gigi really have to go? Why can't she go to Beauxbaton? At least she will be around dad.." Asked the blond girl, her voice slithgly trembling.
"Well, I'm not looking forward to spending all my weekends with him and his daily girlfriend, pressuring me even more that teachers, and if I can better my english he can only be happy enough with that." Gigi said shrugging, matter-of-factly. Her sister frowned at that, remembering how strict her father was.
"Come on, don't cry Clarita, besides we're going to London aren't you excited with that?" exclaimed Liliana, looking over her younger daughter who was now positively beaming at that.