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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:29 pm
"Oh, really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the infant. "You do, do you? PHBBBBBT!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 10:04 pm
Yvonne shrieked and squealed with laughter while Marketa watched with a smile on her face. Her mother leaned into the room, drawn by the noise. Her mother checked the watch on her wrist and eyed Marketa sternly. "Nap," she said simply, nodding to Yvonne. Mar sighed.
"I forgot!" she said to her mother, who had already left. She turned to Sirius apologetically. "It's Yvonne's nap time. You want me to take her?" she asked.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 10:06 pm
"Sure," he said, wiping at the Yvonne's lip and handing her to Marketa. "I already love her," he added, still smiling at the child.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 8:36 am
"She's easy to love," Mar said as she eased Yvonne's head onto her shoulder, kissing her forehead as she did so. "Come on sweetie, play time over." Yvonne tried to keep batting at Sirius's face, and started wailing once she was out of reach. Mar sighed quietly and fought a grimace when the baby screamed right beside her ear. "Hush, dítě," she pleaded, patting Yvonne's back.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 10:46 am
The sun shown in Sashas window. She woke up with a groan and looked at the clock. 11o'clock! She was late meeting Amara for present exchange. She jumped out of bed and tripped over her own two feet while rushing to get dressed. She put on pants, and a purple long sleeved shirt. She grabbed her shoes and put them on. "Mum! I'm going to Amara's. Be back in a couple of hours!" Sasha yelled to her mother, grabbing Amara's presents from under the tree. She ran out the door and went two houses over, Amara's house. She knocked on the door. Amara opened it and saw a frantic looking Sasha breathing heavily. "Sorry I'm late." Sasha gasped, handing Amara her presents and sighing.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:06 pm
"Awwww, hush now you little turtledove," he told Yvonne, pinching her nose. "I'll play with you after your nap."
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:16 pm
Mar smiled tightly at Sirius before starting to walk around the flat, bouncing Yvonne as she went. It was about ten minuted before the baby finally calmed down and dozed off. Mar placed her in her cot and then reached into a drawer, taking out Sirius's gift. "Here, dis is for you. Happy Christmas," she said shyly, offering it to him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 3:21 pm
Sirius's face split into an ear-to-ear grin that almost lit up the whole room. Out of his pocket, he pulled out one small, square wrapped box, and one larger squashy gift. "Mum Potter put an Extension Charm on my pocket so that I could carry them over here. The big one's Yvonne's. It's a crocheted black and cream blankie. And yours..." He murmured, trading the small box for Marketa's. He looked down and began to open his, getting ready to explain Marketa's present's significance.
"Did I ever tell you of the Black family heirlooms I managed to nick before I ran away?" He asked sweetly.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 3:56 pm
"Oh wow, Yvonne will love it!" Marketa said gratefully. She then shook her head and quietly said "No, you didn't mention anyting about dat." She suddenly felt as if the sheep and dog weren't much of a gift, if he was giving her what she thought he was. Family heirloom...!?
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:25 pm
Ceasing to unwrap his for a moment, Sirius watched Marketa open her present with dawning amusement at her face. What she didn't realize was that he had no use for such things, and he only took them to spite his mother. Besides, it would do her wonders to have a bit of glamour for once, he thought.
"It's a bit small, but it's not gaudy like the rest of them," he said, pointing at the pendant inside the box. By that time, Sirius blushing and feeling not half the romancer that everyone thought he was. "The pendant is real onyx and the chain is real silver, so it shouldn't tarnish or anything like that," he assured her, as if it was something he thought she would worry about. "The greyhound on it is the same one in my family crest, but he's engraved so tiny that you can hardly see him."
While his mind was thinking about the Black family crest and 'Toujurs Pur', he found the irony in giving the pendant to a non-Pureblood. He almost grinned at what his mother might think.
It really is the perfect gift, he thought. I hope she likes it.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 11:44 am
Marketa stared intensely down at the pendant, her eyes as wide as coins. She had never held anything quite so marvelous in her hand before, even when her parents were better off. She then realized that her mouth was hanging open, and snapped it shut. "Sirius...dis is...dis is..." she tried to say 'too much,' but she was dazzled by how pretty it was. She was stll a girl, after all. Her eyes moved up to Sirius, stayed on him for a moment, and then she launched herself forward and hugged him tightly. "Dis is de best ting anyone's ever given me!" she finally said, her voice a little bit muffled because she was hugging Sirius so tightly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 10:43 pm
It was awkward at first - the hug. Mostly because it caught him off guard, and he had been blushing and shuffling his feet. He ignored the heat rising in his cheeks and embraced her back - possibly just as tightly.
She felt good in his arms, but - just as he realized - he became all too self-conscious of it. He didn't want anything to happen between them (no matter how much he might like it) that could make her feel uncomfortable or take her attention away from Yvonne.
He reminded himself once again that Yvonne was the most important thing, and nothing should get in the way of that. Hell, even he loved Yvonne enough to be aware of it.
"Erm... perhaps I should open mine, yeah?" Sirius asked, waiting for her to break the hug off (his subconscious wasn't willing to let go yet).
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 2:02 pm
Marketa realized that Sirius hadn't even opened his gift yet, and quickly back away with a pink-tinted face. "Oh, yes! It's not much...Yvonne picked it out, actually! Well...sort of...I guess..." To stop her ramblings, she moved to the mirror on the back of the door, still clutching the pendant in her hand. She stripped off her lumpy sweater, boots, and arm warmers before putting the chain around her neck. With her hair back, and the pendant, and her polka-dotted dres, she actually looked pretty. She hadn't felt pretty in over a year. She turned back to Sirius, grinning, and hoped he liked what she got him at least a little bit.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 4:56 pm
Sirius wanted to gape at the great dress, but he felt that it would be better to keep his mouth closed. Instead, his thoughts turned toward Yvonne.
"Well... I'm sure it's absoultely wonderful, then. How can she go wrong?" He asked with a genuine smile, still trying to ignore the polka-dots on Marketa's dress.
He turned his attention to the package, and gave it a valiant rip. As he stared down at the probably hand-made figures, he was speechless. At the dog, especially, he looked confusedly up at Marketa fully aware of the likeness.
He tried to choke out a humbled 'thanks', but instead was too overwhelmed. He almost tripped over his sneakers, moving over to embrace her - again - but caught his balance and hugged her awkwardly, figures still in hand.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 9:12 pm
Mar hadn't expected such a reaction from a few little toys, but was perfectly aware of the look on his face when he saw them. Seeing him stumble, she reached out to try to catch him, but then he hugged her and she ended up with her face directly in the middle of his chest. She only snorted a little bit before returning the embrace, turning her head in order to breathe. "I saw dem--well, Yvonne saw dem first--and I t'ought of you right away." She tilted her head up to look at his face, smiling warmly. "I t'ink it's your laugh; it just makes me t'ink of a dog! And de leetle black sheep seems a bit ironically suitable, doesn't it? It doesn't offend you or anyting?"
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