Since when do these kind of things make me tired? Date: January 27, 2006 Characters: Cass Location: His flat Private/Public: Private Rating: PG Warnings: None Summary: Cass comes home, and tumbles into bed.
Spending time in Naples with Emilia was…well spending time in Naples with Emilia. "Working" or not, Emilia had made sure his time was filled with parties, women, people he ought to know and more parties…and more women. Never let it be said she didn’t take her fake motherhood seriously – or maybe it was the excuse to throw elaborate parties that she took seriously, Cass wasn't too sure.
Either way, he returned home exhausted (since when had partying left him feeling as if he needed a week of vacation?) as well as frustrated and annoyed. For if partying was good for one thing – it was for asking questions and finding out answers – especially if those questions regarded one of the people at the party – and gossip.
And apparently the gossip of Massimo and his wife was rampant in the circle that his mother entertained (and not least spread by Emilia herself). A few whispered questions had her worst rival spreading all the news about Massimo's wife and the pool boy, another few words and she was speaking of rumours about Massimo and a "pretty mistress" (spoken with more than a hint of regret from the woman in question.
Another drink (or three) and he'd made it over to the wife in question. It did not take many flattered words to make her talk of her husband's "horrible disgrace of a woman" and more – though it was the talk to Massimo (as well as his slight of hand when he made sure to make his wand disappear for long enough to examine it) that had him shaking with repressed anger.
The worst part was knowing the man was guilty, and still not being able to do anything about it. Even with Scarlett's report there was not a chance that Italian Auror's would do anything about it. Not with this man, not with someone so influential.
In the end he'd been forced to settle with talking to Don, asking the man who thought he was his uncle to keep an eye on Massimo, make sure he did not pull something like this again – as well as make him swear not to talk. Don had given his word, though only reluctantly to the last part, and that at least made Cass feel as if something had been accomplished, even if it was only a fraction of what he wanted to do.
Now though, he was drained. If the frustration or the three day partying was mostly at fault he wasn't sure, but as he stumbled into the flat he was for once grateful for the piece of quiet there (not that he thought that would last long). Letting his bags drop onto the floor of the hallway, he stumbled up the stairs and into the shower, letting the hot water wash over him until his skin was red and wrinkled by the water. Only then did he dry off and headed for the bedroom, falling into his bed and curling up under the covers.
How ever had a quest for information landed him in bed with three women at once? Twice in three days? And since when did he even see that as anything but a perk? Merlin, some times he wondered if he wasn't starting to grow old after all.