Post by silverstone on Aug 15, 2006 15:57:02 GMT
"Missha! Miiishaaaa!" A tiny voice cried out. The cry had been from Russell Silverstone, a tiny little boy at the age of just three and a half. He was sitting in his elder sister's arms who was trying to stifles giggles while apologizing to the several old ladies who shot disaproving glances at the loud toddler.
"Russ honey, don't make such a noise. It's ok at home 'cause no-one can hear you much then but these kind people can so keep it down. Ok?" She asked him, looking into his eyes with a small smile playing about her lips. His eyes were gorgeous; two huge, brown orbs with thick black lashes which Mischa was almost jealous of. His hair was similar; very thick, very curly, and a beautiful dark-chocolate brown in colour. At the age of three Russell was already the splitting image of his father and the total opposite of his late mother and Mischa.
Clearly Russ didn't like being told to quieten down as his forehead creased a considerable amount. But, as always, he obeyed his older sister and when he spoke next it was quiet and gentle. "Misha! Want those." He jabbed something on a shelf so hard it almost fell off. Although he could talk fully and had a wide vocabulary he preffered to talk in short, simple sentences when he wanted something bad. Mischa glanced at the thing he had pointed at and laughed softly. A large packet of coloured ribbons were reflected in her eyes and she picked up a packet while keeping Russ on her hip carefully. He didn't need picking up either, he could walk perfectly; but he liked it and although he was getting fairly heavy now, she didn't mind.
"Ok hon but that's all! Daddy got annoyed when we brought you all of those colourful strings last time." Mischa warmed at the memory. They'd been in the same shop; the large, busy we-sell-everything place, and Russ had seen something colourful. He adored anything that was bright and bold with lots of colour and Mischa always ended up buying things for him with those qualities. She loved to see him happy and as she took the ribbons from the shelf, she smiled inside and out as she saw Russell's face spread into a huge, happy grin.
Already in the the small shopping bag on Mischa's arm they had some other toys that would soon find their lonesome way to the bin for some reason. A large bag of multi-coloured squeaky toys nestled at the bottom. They were pretty expensive but money wasn't an object and although Mischa knew that Russ should be getting out of playing with toys so childish as these, she couldn't help buying them for him. Dropping the ribbons into the bag Mischa hitched him further onto her hip and headed towards the paying area. Her father was working, as always, and although it wasn't Russell's Nanny's day off or anything, she had offered to take him into Hogsmeade due to her boredom at home. It was a gorgeous day, the sun was strong, but Mischa didn't feel like increasing her already bronzed tan or swimming. She was dressed fittingly in a strapless red and white dress and a pair of black flip flops were on her feet, while a large pair of shades rested on her head. As they walked out of the shop after paying she dropped the shades onto her nose to shield her from the sun and doing the same to Russell with his own little black sunglasses.
"Russ honey, don't make such a noise. It's ok at home 'cause no-one can hear you much then but these kind people can so keep it down. Ok?" She asked him, looking into his eyes with a small smile playing about her lips. His eyes were gorgeous; two huge, brown orbs with thick black lashes which Mischa was almost jealous of. His hair was similar; very thick, very curly, and a beautiful dark-chocolate brown in colour. At the age of three Russell was already the splitting image of his father and the total opposite of his late mother and Mischa.
Clearly Russ didn't like being told to quieten down as his forehead creased a considerable amount. But, as always, he obeyed his older sister and when he spoke next it was quiet and gentle. "Misha! Want those." He jabbed something on a shelf so hard it almost fell off. Although he could talk fully and had a wide vocabulary he preffered to talk in short, simple sentences when he wanted something bad. Mischa glanced at the thing he had pointed at and laughed softly. A large packet of coloured ribbons were reflected in her eyes and she picked up a packet while keeping Russ on her hip carefully. He didn't need picking up either, he could walk perfectly; but he liked it and although he was getting fairly heavy now, she didn't mind.
"Ok hon but that's all! Daddy got annoyed when we brought you all of those colourful strings last time." Mischa warmed at the memory. They'd been in the same shop; the large, busy we-sell-everything place, and Russ had seen something colourful. He adored anything that was bright and bold with lots of colour and Mischa always ended up buying things for him with those qualities. She loved to see him happy and as she took the ribbons from the shelf, she smiled inside and out as she saw Russell's face spread into a huge, happy grin.
Already in the the small shopping bag on Mischa's arm they had some other toys that would soon find their lonesome way to the bin for some reason. A large bag of multi-coloured squeaky toys nestled at the bottom. They were pretty expensive but money wasn't an object and although Mischa knew that Russ should be getting out of playing with toys so childish as these, she couldn't help buying them for him. Dropping the ribbons into the bag Mischa hitched him further onto her hip and headed towards the paying area. Her father was working, as always, and although it wasn't Russell's Nanny's day off or anything, she had offered to take him into Hogsmeade due to her boredom at home. It was a gorgeous day, the sun was strong, but Mischa didn't feel like increasing her already bronzed tan or swimming. She was dressed fittingly in a strapless red and white dress and a pair of black flip flops were on her feet, while a large pair of shades rested on her head. As they walked out of the shop after paying she dropped the shades onto her nose to shield her from the sun and doing the same to Russell with his own little black sunglasses.