Anna

[Stefano De Luca]

I assume you have some really good excuse for why you haven't written to me in so long.

Stef

((OOC - He never writes either, but he's feeling smug because for once he remembered first, so he's rubbing it in. ))

[Anna De Luca]

I ran out of parchment and ink.

- Anna

[Stefano De Luca]

I bet your teachers are pissed off that you haven't written any of their essays then. I'm sure they love that excuse, don't they?

By the way, did you know our little brother's been trying to hook up with some kid called Magdalena Crivelli?

Stef

[Anna De Luca]

They were pretty upset, yeah. They loved my excuse so much, some of them even kicked me out of their lesson. Too bad I don't care.

Trying, as in: he hasn't accomplished said goal so far? I don't know how we're related to him. Who is that anyway?

- Anna

[Stefano De Luca]

You got kicked out of your lessons? For real? Damn, they must have got stricter since I was there - I tried for years and got plenty of threats, but they never kicked me off.

I don't really know - you should ask him. Apparently she propositioned him (his word, not mine) or something. I assume he said no, from the way he put it. I don't know why - maybe she's ugly. I don't know who she is - some chick in his year apparently. You're the one still at school with them.

Stef

[Anna De Luca]

Yeah, well, I reckon I've got more skill than you.

I'm going to have a serious talk with him. But, first, I'm going to scope out this chick because if she is ugly, Chris may not be as dumb as I think. But if she's hot, I'm going to slap him upside the head.

- Anna

[Stefano De Luca]

Sorry, I mislaid your letter and forgot I hadn't replied to it.

To answer your previous letter (which I found under my bed when I was looking for condoms), you do not have more skill than me in any way, and don't forget it again (I can't remember what we were actually talking about when you said that, but it makes no difference).

Ever find out any more about the Madalena chick, or whatever her name was? I haven't heard from Chris in a bit. I think he's pissed off with me about an unfortunate incident in the Three Broomsticks involving his Muggle Studies Professor and a bra (and before you ask, I didn't do anything wrong at all).

What do you want for Christmas? And have you got Mum and Dad anything yet?

Stef

[Anna De Luca]

Okay, first of all, don't ever say the word "laid" in reference to me, even if it's part of another word.

Under your bed with condoms. Because that doesn't sound wrong at all. But did you find condoms, because your dumbass doesn't need to be impregnating any poor, innocent woman who had the misfortune of climbing into bed with you. (Or a bathroom stall or wherever else you choose to fornicate.)

Not really. I managed to get some info from Chris, though, before I pissed him off as well. He says he doesn't "like her like that" and won't "use her for sex". So I told him that he's got to start hanging out with you more. And I'm fairly certain he implied that you and I are sluts. Thinking back on it, though, I don't want him to be like you. So I should congratulate him instead for keeping it in his pants.

Tickets to some concert or other would be nice. What about you? And, no, I have not got anything for Mum and Dad yet. Old people are so difficult to shop for.

- Anna

[Stefano De Luca]

What?

There are a lot of things under my bed. It's where things tend to end up when they've been in my pocket but aren't any more, so always a good place to look for keys, money, condoms and random bits of paper. And yes, I did find condoms, thanks very much. I don't plan on having kids any time soon. Or Herpes.

Chris is being very moody recently - what's wrong with him? Don't tell him to hang out with me - I mean, he's a decent enough kid, but Merlin. And what have you been doing to get you labelled a slag? Anyway, I'm not a slag, I'm just a healthy normal guy.

I'll see what I can get. And some sort of alcohol would be nice, unless you want to get me a car. D'you want to go in together for Mum and Dad? I have no idea what for, but at least that way there are two of us to think of something... Three if Chris gets over his sulks and wants to join.

Stef