Nona's cooking cures all [Noemi]

He was fed up. He was done. Ermanno Tomassi could no longer take the high pitched screaming in his ear. Rochella was the bane of his life and this time he was leaving food good. Anger fumed from the Italian man as the threw clothing and alcohol into his suitcase doing his best to ignore every dirty name the buxom Sicilian threw at him. All she ever did was berate him, spend his money and abuse his dogs and he could handle it no more. Hearing a particularly low insult, Mannie whipped around and marched towards her fists shaking. "Enough! Enough you viper of a woman. Call me worthless one more time, if you weren't housing our son right now I would choke the life out of you just to shut you up." He screamed into her face and in her usual form Rochella burst into her crocodile tears, swearing to him she wouldn't let him near his child if he left her right now.

Mannie knew his spoiled fiancee had no way to back up her claim and take his child. Rochella had spent the last five years of his life being a gold digging whore. It wasn't until he had even heard his sons heart beat that he believed she had truly been pregnant. She knew the woman had gotten so on purpose to continue to stay on his pay roll. However, coming home today to find her kicking Brutus he was done. He couldn't believe she had dared touch one of his babies in such a away and now he was going. Grabbing the last of the items he needed, Mannie pushed passed the tiny screaming woman and whistled for Lord and Brutus to come to him. Mannie wrapped his arms around the two pooches and apparated the three of them to Knockturn Alley. He knew he would need a place to hide and stew for a while and there was noway he'd go home to listen to his mother tell him to go back and make up with Rochella.

Instead, Mannie would hide with his favorite cousin. He knew that Noemi would take him in and most importantly feed him. She'd take care of him just as well as his mother would, but at least Noemi would also be on his side. He knew that she'd always hated Rochella and he needed someone to support him right now. To tell him he was right and not crazy to finally leave. Mannie stormed into the restaurant with both pups, disheveled and roaring. "NOEMI I'VE COME TO STAY FOREVER." He yelled dramatically, dropping his bags and throwing his arms into the air. It took him a bit to notice there were other patrons there and how he must have looked to them. The Italian didn't care one bit and growled at several of the patrons, cursing in Italian. "I NEED PASTA AND I NEED GRAPA, FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN WHERE ARE YOU?"

“Eh?”

A bright blonde head peeked from the backroom from where she’d been preparing meat for tonights stew. There was a crowd, and she saw the source of the commotion and her grip tightened on the massive knife in her hand. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she tried to reconcile what she heard with the image in front of her, and didn’t know if she was going to fuss at Mannie and throw him out the shop, or drag him inside to douse him with a calming potion until he relaxed. Either way, it’d be something.

She slowly sat the knife down, going to wash her hands before walking out of the back room, wiping her hands off on the pristine towel that hung from her side in stark contrast to the the blood stained apron that wrapped around her waist. She walked over to the taller man, grey eyes focused intently on her target. Then…

THWAPTHWAPTHWAP rang out in the suddenly quiet shop as Noemi’s tiny hand popped the back of Mannie’s head like he was a misbehaving child instead of an adult. “THIS IS A BUSINESS! YOU DON’T COME IN HERE SCREAMING LIKE YOU HAVE NO SENSE, ERMANNO!” She thwapped him one last time, staring up at him. A smile appeared across her features suddenly and she rubbed the puppies heads. “Hi pretty babies.” She then apparated them to her home, before coming back to get Mannie, roughly grabbing her cousin before apparating him and his bags to her living room.

She couldn’t help it, but her hand reached up to pop the back of his head one more time. “What this time?” She said exasperated as she headed to the kitchen and began to prepare Mannie his very politely requested items. “AND YOU KNOW WHERE THE WINE IS!”