JELLY LEGS
Rome, Italy
Auberto Barsi ; 2087

"LOCOMOTOR WIBBLY!"

"OW!!"

Those idiots.

Auberto imagined smoke coming out of his ears. Since when did underage Barsi's disobey direct orders? Since when did they pull out their underage wands to cast magic that would undoubtedly call the authorities? Since WHEN- Auberto breathed.

He had been sent to do some quick pick ups. Select victims, take photos, snip hair, tidily document, and pull back. Illegal, simple, easy. He had Polyjuice potions to brew.

You see, Auberto was a Barsi; a revered Italian wizarding crime family. He was immeasurably important, and now- now, he was babysitting. It was unthinkable. Brancaleone, youngest, and Quintilio, most useless, had been told to tag him today. Then Bran had cursed Quin. In broad daylight. In Rome. Auberto imagined the hell he would rain down on them at home and it made him feel better.

Auberto easily snatched Bran's wand and informed the insufferable teenager he could find his own way back. He would have undone the curse on Quin, except he didn't want to. Auberto grabbed at the useless lump and they disapparated just as familiar law enforcement officers appeared meters away.

He chuckled. "Kisses to the boss." And he was gone.