flawless [gianna]

What time was it?

Late. Or... was it early? Maybe it was both. Maybe, it was so late that it was considered early. Either way, Daisy Hawking had a headache, and she really didn't want to be up. Her blinds were closed, and her room was completely dark, but for some reason, the twenty one year old was sitting wide awake. Her hair was sticking to the back of her neck and her feet were sticking out from under her blanket, but she was still hot. Daisy's room was stuffy and humid and it didn't make sense - it was only March. Not only that, but it was London, London never got stuffy. London was cold and rainy.

Daisy tossed her feet over her bed, pushing herself up to a seating position. Her legs, clad in a pair of pajama shorts, immediately felt cooler once the thick blanket had fallen off them. The witch let out a low sigh as she rubbed her eyes, contemplating whether she should actually get up out of the comfortable confines of her hot bed, or just stay and relax for a few more hours, until she was sure the sun was actually up and shining. For all Daisy knew, the sun wasn't set to be up for a few more hours, and her body was just going crazy by waking her up.

After a few seconds of contemplation, Daisy pushed herself up, her hand immediately going to the band on her wrist afterwards, one she used to tie her hair in a bun on the top of her head. The new hairstyle made the photographer feel much cooler, even cooler than when she'd taken her blanket off. Daisy's hair was thicker than a pair of thieves - she'd wanted to get it thinned out but honestly, the more the girl thought about it, the more she'd realized it would make her face look wider than it actually was. That wasn't something Daisy would have been able to put up with, if she was being honest. Beauty was pain, she supposed.

"Gianna?" She called out to her roommate, who may or may not have been home, while eyeing the clothing spread on the living room floor. "Where'd all this laundry come from? Have you been harbouring fugitives in our home?"

Sometimes Gianna didn’t know what to do with her roommate. Oh Daisy was great fun when she wanted to be, and the girls had loads of laughs living together. But all the same she wished that Daisy were around more. She was happy for her roommate of course! Being a photographer for the Daily Prophet was so exciting, getting to meet famous people and work with models… And the travelling! It was all she ever wanted, to be able to step outside of the UK and see the world. She’d be lying if she said she weren’t jealous, even if it was just a tiny little bit, but whatever! Friends were supposed to be supportive of each other right? So that’s what she was going to be.

It wasn’t like it was all fun and games for Daisy either. The poor girl came home in the wee hours of the night, grunted at her sleepy greeting, somehow (Gianna just attributes this to her being exceedingly vain) still managed to get through her show and skincare regime, and then promptly crashed into bed. She slept through the entire day like a champ, and didn’t even budge when Gianna wrapped her up in sheets. And now, at almost eight o’clock in the evening, the waitress was getting antsy. What would be the good roommate thing to do? Greet her with a hot meal when she wakes up or dump her dirty laundry everywhere to not-so-subtly hint that maybe she should do her own laundry for once? Oh yeah, it wasn’t a hard decision to make.

So when Daisy called out not a minute after she finished her masterpiece, Gia strolled out of her bedroom with the most innocent expression she could muster. This was just too priceless. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the other girl’s comment. Fugitives? Her? More like she was the one who felt like that sometimes! “Not unless you’ve been sneaking in your hobo friends again. Have you? I really hope not.” She was teasing of course, but that didn’t mean the underlying bitterness wasn’t real. Some of her travelling buddies who crashed at their place sometimes could be extremely disgusting. “I found underwear in the frying pan that last time. MY frying pan, Daisy!” It was sacrilegious! “I make EGGS in that!”

A slender eyebrow arched indignantly, and she leaned against the doorframe, arm crossed over the baggy t-shirt she wore. “And no, silly, these are all your clothes.” She took a tank top that was draped over the nearest chair and tossed it at the girl. No wonder she couldn't keep track of all her things if she had this many clothes. Had she ever worn the same outfit twice? “I think the real question is what you’re going to do about this?” Gianna loved her roommate. But if Daisy thinks that she was going to do her laundry one more time, she needed her head checked. 

"I don't have hobo friends," Daisy countered, her eyes narrowing at the woman standing in their shared home. "All of my friends have homes. I think. They should have homes. I'm not sure about Lenny though - one time we were supposed to go have a party at his house and he all of the sudden like, couldn't find his key, so maybe he doesn't have a home? But he always smells good, so it's a good chance he did actually forget his key." The twenty one year old shrugged, taking a deep breath. "I don't have any hobo friends. And I think they liked to be called homeless, anyways? You don't call muggleborns mudbloods, Gianna."

Daisy let herself fall onto the couch, letting a sigh fall from her lips. "I don't wear underwear. How can my underwear be in a frying pan if I don't wear any, huh?" She asked. Her head fell to the back of the couch. Daisy didn't really have that many female friends - quite frankly, she didn't know who's underwear were in the frying pan. Daisy didn't even know they had a working frying pan anymore, after she'd broken one of them when she'd thrown it out a window.

"Are you sure?" Daisy asked. "I don't have that many clothes." She looked around the room, taking in each of the pieces of clothes individually. She'd remembered wearing that white shirt over there - it went with the patterned jeans that were laying near the table. And the green skirt that was next to the black tanktop went together - that outfit was super cute, she thought. One of her scarves from India lay next to the single seater couch - "Okay, I guess I do have that many clothes. I didn't know I have that many clothes. You know, sometimes I wonder where all of my money goes. And I think I know. Why... why don't you stop me from this?" Daisy leaned forward, picking up a pair of pants lying in front of her.

"Okay. Okay," Daisy nodded. This was her fault, she had to admit it. Now, how would she fix it? She knew if she tried to pass it on to Gianna, she'd probably get an earful of words she'd never wanted to hear strung together in her lifetime. "I don't know how to do laundry." Daisy shrugged. "So I'll just have to get someone to come over and do them for me. Also, how do you feel about me having a few friends over tonight? Just like... in addition to the one friend who'll be doing laundry."