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 Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:25 pm
Mar bit her lip as butterflies took flight in her stomach. She released her lip before it bled, twisted her mouth as if tasting something unpleasant and bitter. "Wendy, JÁ mít-" she cut herself off before she could accidentally finish the whole sentence in Czech. "JÁ mít jeden dítě-...JÁ-...JÁ-...UGH!" She practically pulled at her hair with frustration; why must her only true defense mechanism be speaking in her natural tongue? Annoyed with herself, she instead shakily handed the picture over to Wendy. What if Wendy didn't get it? What if she thought Mar was just holding some random baby? Well, it wasn't like she could say anything about it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:28 pm
Wendy, innocent and oblivious as ever, smiled sweetly when she saw the picture. "Awwww, she's beautiful," she said. "Your little sister, right?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:42 pm
Marketa swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat. She didn't want to put all of her troubles on Wendy, not when the younger witch was so perfectly happy with everything she came across in her life. "Mé dcera-" A huff of impatience. "My...d-daughter..." she slowly said through clenched teeth, pushing past the language barrier. Then she looked up at Wendy, trying not to allow tears of nervousness to well up in her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:46 pm
Wendy's reaction was slow. First her smile slowly faded into slight confusion. Then deep confusion. Then understanding. Then horror. "You were RA - ?!" she cut herself off before screaming the unpopular word for all the school to hear. Then, in a harsh whisper, "Raped?! You poor dear!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:53 pm
She's going to think I'm such a slut. Marketa swallowed hard again. She nearly folded and accepted Wendy's theory as fact, but that wouldn't be fair to either of them. She opened her mouth but found herself unable to speak clearly. "Chtít don't nenávist! mně!" she whispered as she shook her head to silently say that she was not, in fact, raped. A few tears forced their way out from her eyes. She started shaking like a leaf in an autumn breeze, waiting for the shock and disgust to trace across Wendy's face.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:57 pm
The same slow process took place on Wendy's face. Slight confusion. Deep confusion. Understanding. But in place of the horror that had been present before, there was only acceptance. Acceptance and comfort. Gasping, Wendy wrapped the older girl tightly in a hug. "Oh, Marketa, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... Oh, it's okay! I mean, that stuff happens, right? Don't cry..." She continued to hug Marketa for a few moments before finally adding, "She is beautiful, though. I dunno whether this is... 'right' or not, but you should be proud of that, at least."
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 10:13 pm
Marketa hiccuped slightly, half laughing and half crying with pure happiness that Wendy didn't hate her. "She really is překrásný. She looks nutting like me!" She wiped quickly at her eyes and pulled out of Wendy's arms gently. It felt as if a great weight had been taken from her shoulders; now there were two people who knew and still wanted to be around her. "I am so glad you like her." She sniffed quietly and then thought to add: "If you'd ever like to see her someday, you can write me a letter and come to de flat. If you want." She smiled shakily, her offer hanging in the air.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 9:06 am
"Of course, I'd love to!" Wendy nodded, releasing Marketa and smiling.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 5:10 pm
Mar's smile widened, and her eyes were now sparkling with happiness instead of nervous tears. "Please do not tell anyone yet! Remus does not trust me as it is, and I do not want him to think any less of me," she pleaded as she slowly started to move back toward the Great Hall.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 6:14 pm
Wendy put a finger over her lips and smiled. "Hey, no worries! Your secret's safe with me." She gave a conspiritorial wink.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:13 pm
Marketa grasped Wendy's hand again, smiling gratefully. "Dík tebe, mé kámoš," she said softly. Then, as the way of thanking her friend in the customary Czech way, kissed Wendy's cheek like she would a sister. "You are my best friend, Wendy," she confided shyly before smiling bashfully and excusing herself to her dorm for some studying.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:35 pm
Wendy blinked, bewildered. Then, when she registered what had just occured, she smiled. Best friend... When's the last time somebody called you that? Smiling lightly to herself, she skipped blithely back into the Great Hall. I have a best friend! her mind sang, I have a best friend!
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