smythe_et_al (smythe_et_al) wrote in weddedto_sonora, @ 2008-07-31 14:46:00 |
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What fun when we get together
"For the love of Merlin, Amelia, give me back my hairbrush right now. This instant. I swear, I'll hex you."
"Oh just give it back to her, Milly," Cecily sighed. How she was supposed to remain sane in a house with not only her sister, but several of her cousins, too, was beyond her.
With a shrug, Amelia dropped the hairbrush from her perch on the galleried landing. It dropped heavily onto the tiled hall below. Its enamel coating cracked on contact, scattering gilted edging across the marble floor. The brush narrowly missed its owner, who glared up at her cousins with a gaze that could freeze fire. "Grow up," Cynthia spat, and turned on her heel before stomping into the drawing room, leaving her broken hairbrush where it lay.
Amelia turned to her sister, delighted at having so thoroughly annoyed her cousin. But the frown Cecily graced her with caused Amelia to scowl in response. "She started it," she said sulkily.
"I know that," Cecily replied, doing her utmost to remain calm, "but she always starts it. Just learn to ignore her." Cecily raised an eyebrow to Amelia's retreating back as she huffed and stormed off back towards her bedroom. Really, it was insane of their parents to expect them all to get along with each other. Just because Cecily's father had a milestone birthday over the midterm holiday, that was no excuse to squeeze all the extended family into one house. Her house, to be exact.
In the past three days, not much had changed. Amelia had sulked and thrown tantrums, Cynthia had started arguments and been unforgiveably rude most of the time. Ivy was busy being superior. Lucas spent all his time being a jerk, and Peter was encouraging him - they were as bad as each other. Jethro and Anthony were being perfect idiots, as only small boys knew how, and Megan was too young to be of any interest to her older relations. Dana was the only one of them who had so far managed not to annoy Cecily to the point where words could no longer express her frustration. Hoping that still held true today, Cecily made her way to the second storey of the east wing in the main house, where Dana was staying. As she rounded the corner at the top of the staircase into the main corridor, Cecily stopped as she noticed someone walking her way.
"Hey," Lucas said with a mischeivous smile. Usually he made a point of ignoring his cousins, especially Cecily, but he was in such a bad mood that he simply couldn't resist taunting his cousin. "What did you do to Cynthia this time?" he smirked. He'd heard the shouting and come upstairs to be safely away from the cat-fighting.
"It was Amelia, as usual," Cecily retorted. "What do you want?"
Lucas arranged his features into a look of deep sympathy. "Your father says you can't go to the party," he said, keeping a straight face but enjoying immensely the stricken look his words created.
"What?" Cecily shrieked, temporarily loosing all composure. This was going to be her first real social event, and it had been the only thing keeping her going. "What do you mean I can't go?"
"Don't blame me," Lucas said, raising his hands in defense, and taking a couple of steps backwards, which only made Cecily glare more fiercely. "Ivy's the oldest, and she doesn't want to go. So that means none of us can go either," he explained. "Besides, you're not mature enough to go to real parties anyway," he said. He brushed past her and, whistling merrily, went back to the solace of his designated bedroom. He didn't see the look of mingled disappointment and fury that followed him.
Co-written by the authors of the assorted Smythes.