Where did she go to school? Nowhere famous, she didn’t go to Hogwarts, like many did, and she didn’t go to Beauxbatons where most prestigious pure blooded women wanted to travel; not even to the equally famous Durmstrang. “I went to Bastoni e Pulsanti.” Elvira said, pronouncing the name perfectly. She then blushed, it wasn’t a really good school, well, it was the best in the country, but nowhere near as high as the three schools above; it would have looked great on her Pedigree if she graduated from a place like those. “It is a cooperative private school in Argentina. I was born and lived there for fifteen years. Alvira was born in Italia, he went to a school there called Bacchetta d'Oro.” She remembered that time, even though she was so young, she was told how he came home for a birthday that was interrupted by her own birth. He was fifteen at the time, so they didn’t really see each other much during school time, but she always knew who he was when he came home to visit them; even when he graduated and was eighteen, they still didn’t see each other until the summer came back around, as he decided to move into a family home built for him in Italy. “I didn’t get to fully see him until I started school; I bounced back and forth between living with him, and living with my parents.” Something was wrong with her parents, and they didn’t want her around anymore, with her brother being twenty six, he was able to take care of her, and she switched between them like a Muggle child with divorced parents. When they died on her fifteenth year, she was fully under his custody, and had to finish the school long distance. “They’re dead now…” Elvira stopped and looked up to see Alvira had stopped and looked back at her; she was saying way too much, more than usual, he wanted her to shut up now, and she knew it—she didn’t have to look in his eyes to feel that.<br/><br/>Elvira laughed, not a nervous one, just a laugh as if someone told a joke; just a little giggle to express her amusement. “I wish I could have gone to Beauxbatons,” and the subject was quickly changed, “but maybe Hogwarts would be the best; it’s known everywhere, you know.”  Of course she did, everyone did. “Did you like it at Durmstrang?” Elvira asked casually, following her brother into another house.<br/><br/>Alvira wasn’t paying attention, not until Elvira started to get too comfortable. Elvira didn’t really care much, she loved to talk about herself, and what better icebreaker than to talk about one’s own life, but Alvira was much more secluded than that; no, there was nothing wrong with their family, just two Italians immigrating to a better country, one that wasn’t polluted with the tainted blood. They were just looking for higher power, really, nothing incriminating, Alvira just didn’t like people knowing his business; Jessica, or whatever, was no friend, not within minutes, and she damn well didn’t need to know any more about them—he wished she’d just leave. Alvira stopped in the living room, and shook his head, they were clouding his mind, he needed to be looking for Muggles, now. How many were in this house? He didn’t know, they were well and good in their hiding place, he didn’t hear any creaking floorboards or movement.<br/><br/>Elvira reach between her legs and pulled out her wand, she turned to Jessara and smiled, teeth showing, and rushed down the hall; not really running, that was just juvenile, but urgency was shown as her long enough legs stretched out in quick gaits. The house was only one floor, possibly a basement, so it should be easy to find them; though they were all probably in the basement, Elvira just wanted to go through their things. Alvira didn’t care to follow his sister, as he was sure they were in the basement, and that was where he shall go. Alvira found the single man cowering in his basement; he was fairly old, maybe early fifties, and quite easy to subdue once Alvira uttered the binding spell. Elvira heard the thud of the body falling, and came down the steps from the bedroom; it was no woman living in this house, so nothing here mattered to her.<br/><br/>“Jessara, have you seen a man melt from the inside out?” Elvira asked playfully, hands on her hips as she held her wand loosely in her left hand. Alvira wanted to smirk, but he refrained, lifting the man to rest against the wall as he watched his sister raise her wand, “Viscus Fundo!” Elvira said, and she already messed up; her hand wasn’t swung in the right direction, and she succeeded in setting the man on fire. “<strong>Dammit</strong>!” Elvira shouted along with the man’s cries.<br/><br/>Alvira released the man’s binds, but the Muggle didn’t struggle much as the fire already made him immobilized. “That word is ugly on you, Elvira.” Alvira said, looking at her disapprovingly. Elvira turned to sneer at him, but there was a whimper heard in the corner; the two turned and saw an younger, but certainly aged woman cowering in the corner behind a metal cylinder.<br/><br/>Elvira straighten her face, and looked over to the woman who followed them, fixing her dress, she crossed her arms loosely. “Would you like to do the honors, Jessara? Since I’m so<em>incompetent</em>.” Elvira directed that towards her brother.<br/><br/>“I said nothing of the sort.” Alvira told gruffly.<br/><br/>“You were most certainly thinking it.” Elvira pouted, causing Alvira to frown at her accusation.