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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 6:37 pm
Wendy and her brothers all nodded solemnly at this, and there was a brief silence while the mention of the "bloody war" caused everyone's minds to wander. The silence was broken by Wendy's father saying quietly, "Right, Wendy, clear the table."
The three boys whooped victoriously and raced out of the room as quickly as they could while Wendy whined, "But Daaaaaddddyyyyyyyyy!! I set it!" Mr. Rivers smirked.
"They prepared the meal," he said, teasing mildly. Then he grinned gently at her. "I'll help."
Wendy rolled her eyes, then stood and started gathering the plates.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 6:38 pm
Sirius grinned widely and accepted the scales, although he hadn't his wallet on him at the mo'. Instead he studied their color for a minute before slipping them into his pocket. "Neat, sir, thanks!"
At that moment, he heard a bunch of shoes hit the floor in front of the door. His eyes flicked to the noise, and he smiled with a twinkle in his eye, at hearing Claire's explanation. "Why not, Mar?" he asked her with a smirk.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 6:51 pm
Marketa rolled her eyes grandly before turning on her mother with a good-natured teasing quality to her voice. "Because my mudder will use magic to make de melted lead into a 'G'." She looked at Sirius and nearly blanched at the thought. "No, let's go to de Elder Tree instead! Please?" she begged. It was almost the same concept, but more general. It was just which direction the boy she would marry lived. Claire smiled, but said nothing.
Remus laughed at Wendy's expertise at pouting at her father. "D'you want some help, or should I just stay out of the way?" he offered.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 6:57 pm
Sirius cocked his head, set his top jaw askew from his bottom jaw, and let his eyes fall on the maminka of the girl he was quickly falling for. He shrugged and waited for what was going to happen next.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 6:57 pm
Wendy grinned at him and shrugged. "Up to you. You're the guest."
"Which is precisely why it's not up to him," her father said in a mock-scolding tone. He turned to Remus. "I won't have any guest of ours clearing tables," he said with a wink. Wendy choked back laughter - her father rarely showed his funny side.
"Fine then, you have no choice in the matter, guest, you're completely at our mercy - now be seated!" she said before laughing and going to the kitchen to deposit the dishes in the sink. When she returned she was smiling goofily.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:34 pm
Marketa smiled shyly and discreetly squeezed Sirius's hand to show that all was well. She then checked on Ivana - she was sleeping soundly - and then led Sirius and her parents down the stairs, out of the building, and into the small courtyard in the back of the building. A single, slightly pathetic Elder tree was standing alone in the small square, surrounded by a few feeble inches of snow. "If a dog barks, remember where it comes from," said Marketa as she approached the tree. She shook it roughly, and off in the distance there were three sharp barks to the west. "Well, Ireland is in dat direction!" declared Claire with a devilish twinkle in her eyes. "And so is Britain," said Marketa, though she instantly turned red afterward, realizing that the boy beside her hailed from Britain.
"Or it could be just in the west, not as far as Ireland," said a new voice as a copper-haired youth came from behind another building, coincidentally in the direction that the bark had come from. Marketa almost felt a rush of excitement, but then dread attacked her. Glen and Skoba together meant bad news. He passed his sharp blue eyes over Sirius for a moment before looking directly at Marketa. "So where's the baby?"
"She's inside. Asleep," said Marketa immediately. There was a long, awkward silence. Marketa shuffled her feet in the snow and shoved her hands into her pockets. The faint sounds of machine guns across town echoed toward them, and the three natives to the country shivered. They had hoped there would be none of that on Christmas.
Remus grinned and turned faintly red. "Well, alright." He sat obediently in a chair, twiddling his thumbs and idly looking at the ceiling.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:44 pm
Sirius gave a long, cold stare at the red-headed prat, not heeding the sound of the gunfire. There was too much din from the gunfire in his own mind to even notice.
Here, standing before him, was the b*stard that...
he didn't want to think about it. And now he was standing here, inquiring - oh the gall - about Ivana. The nerve!
Sirius was sure of it: he hated him.
He hated him from the knitted green sweater all the way down to scuffed trainers. He hated the coppery red hair and the faint accent when he spoke.
He hated Glenn.
Oddly enough, he smiled and tilted his head. " 'Allo, mate. Merry Christmas. You are?"
Sirius extended his hand, a sharklike grin remaining on his features, and bit his lip to refrain from saying 'top o' the mornin' to ya'.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:59 pm
Marketa swallowed, hard, and her hands began to shake inside her pockets, and wished desperately that she could sink into the ground and disappear. But she couldn't, because Skoba was being too nice to Glen to be anything short of murderous.
Glen surveyed Sirius again. The twentysomething man's eyes were not unkind. "Name's Glen. And yourself?" he nodded, though there was a hint of a challenge there. Marketa bit her lip painfully until she actually tasted blood. She was about to step in and stop all conversation from proceeding, when her father took her shoulder and nodded his head discreetly to the south. There were three Officers regarding the group cautiously. It was dangerous to be seen in a group of larger than three, and there were five of them.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:06 pm
"Sirius Black." He replied, articulating the last word with a sharp staccato that made him sound ever the Brit Aristocrat. He purposefully looked around the landscape and shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. The gleam that resided in his eye was far from benign, nor did it have any interest in small talk. "It's very nice country up here, eh?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:13 pm
"Ah yes, lovely," said Glen with sarcasm dripping from every syllable. "I really enjoy goingn to sleep to the sound of machine guns. And the firebombs and raids in the middle of the night while Communists rape our women and kill our children is really great."
"Glen!" gasped Marketa incredulously, her heart accelerating to a heavy gallop as one of the soldiers at the end of the street heard his voice carrying in the wind. He spoke to his comrades, and they slowly began making their way toward the group.
"Everyone inside. Now," said Marketa's father, gruffly grabbing Glen by the collar of his coat and pulling him with them. Marketa took hold of Sirius's sleeve and pulled him along much more gently. Gunshots echoed off again, not from the soldiers following them, but still close. The distinct sound of Ivana waking came from their apartment window. Marketa sped up to a run.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:25 pm
Sirius felt himself pulled, and quickened his gait. It was only just know that he realized the state in which the country was in. He didn't feel scared in the slightest, despite the clamourous noise, and the panic of the others. He felt slightly put out that his testosterone battle with Glenn had been cut short - his primitive instincts were screaming that he needed to do something to gain the affection of his girl. Well... she wasn't his girl... but he wanted her to be. And he also wanted to rip the sarcasm right off of that wanker's tongue.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:39 pm
As soon as they were in the shelter of the building, the adults and Marketa calmed immensely. The air was still crackling with fear and tension as they quickly trouped up the stairs to the flat, Marketa sill holding fast to Sirius's arm. "Skoba, please do not pick fight with him. Not today," whispered Marketa wearily as she unlocked the door to the flat and led the way inside. She finally allowed herself to release Skoba's arm before rushing to the bedroom to look after Ivana. Miklos released Glen inside the door, the younger man straightened his sweater, and followed Marketa. He leaned in the doorway and watched her for a few minutes. Mar turned around, saw him holding out his arms, and stared stonily.
"I'm her Da, Mar. I just wan' ta see my kid," he said. Mar hesitated, grudgingly placed Ivana in his arms, and he smiled brilliantly. The one thing that she both hated and loved about that man was his boyish smile.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:54 pm
Sirius was embarrassed, to say the least. He shuffled his feet, in a way far more sheepish than a bloke of his size should be capable of. A color rised in his cheeks, as he stood by awkwardly, looking at Glenn holding the baby.
And an unwarranted, childish envy came over him. Sirius Black wished that Ivana was his. He wanted to hold the girl in that way and have her look up at him and call him 'Da'.
He suddenly felt dizzy.
What was he thinking?
But - in his gut - he knew that these were feelings that could only (and would only) get stronger with time, if he was given the chance.
ByGod, he hadn't even kissed her yet, and he wanted to claim her child as his own. Merlin, what had come over him?
It was crazy.
But it was special.
And it wasn't his, he realized with an overwhelming sadness, not relishing the look that Glen had given both mother and daughter.
It wasn't his.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 3:44 am
Marketa sent Sirius an apologetic look as he watche Glen and the baby. She only did it out of guilt for not allowing Glen around anymore, really. She didn't want him any more tham she wanted poison ivy. She went over to the window and looked down into the street. The Officers were still down there. One of them looked up abruptly, saw her, and pointed. One of his fellows was holding a brick in his hand.
"Cover Ivana's ears!" she cried, bounding away from the window as quickly as she could. Glen cupped his hand over the side of the baby's head and turned his back to the wall just before a brick crashed through the window, sending glass flying everywhere. Mar got several bits in her hair, and there was a small cut on her face. She went to the nearest thing in reach, a chair, and kicked it. "I hate dis country!" she said as loudly as she could without the officers hearing. If they heard her she could be taken to prison. Her voice shook, and her eyes burned, but she refused to cry because of the occupation. She would never look weak because of that.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 5:30 pm
It didn't take long for Wendy and her father to clean up the dishes and pack away the leftovers. When they were done Wendy bounded into the dining room and ruffled Remus's hair playfully. She sat down beside him and grinned.
"You'll probably be wanting to get your shower now - the boys always take all the showers in the morning, and even once they're done there's no hot water left for hours. Use the rubber ducky one I showed you in the hall. You can meet me in my room afterwards and we can... I dunno, play records, I guess..." She ducked her head bashfully as she ended this sentence and waited for his response.
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