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 Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 5:39 pm
Sirius winced in pain from the shard of glass that had hit his neck. It felt damp, so he wiped it with his shirt sleeve.
With the sound of Marketa's voice, so pained, his head reeled. He immediately walked over to pat her neck comfortingly, although he highly doubted how much it could help.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:05 pm
Remus grinned slyly and discreetly tickled Wendy's calf with his toes. "Or we could, you know, goof around. And stuff," he said with a wicked glint in his eyes. He waggled his eyebrows playfully before ruffling her hair and getting up. "Be up in a bit."
Marketa stood frozen for a moment, her jaw set and teeth clenched in anger. Then Sirius slowly patted her neck, and she sagged visibly as the anger and tension left her for the time being. She turned to face him, worry lines creasing her face even at sixteen, and saw the cut on his neck. "You bleed," she unnecesarily said in a detached sort of way. She moved numbly to the counter and took a roll of bandage from a drawer, placing a bit over the cut on his neck. Once he was situated she moved to Glen and bandaged up the back of his neck, then checked Ivana over twice for any wounds. Claire and Miklos began sweeping up glass. The mood was somber, but one of routine. They were a family of the Resistance, and were accustomed to the attacks after a certain number of years.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:13 pm
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Sirius asked Miklos and Claire, turning away from mother, father, and child. He stooped low, offering one of his large hands to take Claire's dustpan.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:17 pm
Wendy giggled, almost like a bird twittering, both at being tickled and what he'd said. Then she dashed to Sam's room, claiming his bathroom and taking a quick shower ((the illustrious band camp shower, lol)). Then, in too-baggy pajama pants, an old Quidditch T-shirt of Sam's that positively dwarfed her, and with her hair up in a towel turban, she bounded up to her attic bedroom and put another record on the Wendybird, humming along and doodling idly on a spare scrap of parchment while she waited.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:30 pm
Claire looked up at Sirius, coming out of her hazy stupor, and nodded. "Yes. T'ank you." She handed over the dustpan, but then started picking out little diamond-sized bits of glass from the young man's hair to keep her hands busy. She discreetly sniffed and looked over her shoulder at Mar, who had just plucked the baby from Glen's arms and started to try calming the child down. Just as the sun began to sink to the horizon, sirens blared from all over. Ivana woke and started crying again from the volume of the sirens. Marketa sighed and closed her eyes. Perfect.
"Glen, you will sleep on floor. Skoba gets couch," said Marketa dully as she bounced the baby on her hip. She looked to Sirius to explain. "I am so sorry, Skoba. Once siren goes, no one leaves.... Not even by Floo." Now her voice shook more violently than before, and she had to close her eyes again.
((Edited))
Remus went off to the guest bedroom, gethered his pajamas and whatnot, and then took a slightly longer shower than the one Wendy was having upstairs. He let the warm water soothe his achey joints and muscles for a while, until he was deeply relaxed. Then he washed and got out, shaved (only to make himself presentable for Wendy; he usually didn't shave at night), and put on his baggy and threadbare pajamas before knocking on the trapdoor to Wendy's room. His hair was still a bit drippy, but he would fix that soon.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:37 pm
Wendy jumped up and disposed of the towel turban, then admitted Remus, her wet hair in a wild disarray from the way she'd jerked the towel off her head. She greeted him with a laugh, knowing how she must look, then pulled him up before scrounging around for a brush. "Don't you look dapper!" she said, lightly teasing.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:40 pm
"Yeah, I know," said Remus bashfully. He shook his head out like a dog once he was all the way in the room, spraying Wendy with water. He straightened up, grinning mischievously. He didn't notice his hair sticking up in every possible direction known to man. There may have even been hair going backwards into his scalp for all he knew.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:45 pm
Wendy squealed delightedly, cringing away from the water, then laughing at Remus's new appearance, even though she actually quite adored it - she wondered if guys realized how incredibly and utterly adorable messy hair was on them. She finally found a brush and began yanking it through her hair, sitting down on her bed. "Shall I let you borrow the brush when I'm done?" she asked. So I can mess it up myself? she added in her mind.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:52 pm
Remus grinned, thinking along the same lines. "I might as well, otherwise my hair will dry and stay this way." He grimaced at the mere thought. His hair could do just about anything if you were ambitious enough.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:00 pm
Sirius's handsome face grew long with sorrow and worry. He came over to brighten Marketa's spirits, and now he had been foiled by a mean and ugly country.
As Claire's nimble fingers worked inside his hair, he knelt onto the ground and worked at the floor until his face had been wiped of all emotion. Sirius felt as if he needed to be strong for this family that he was growing to love.
Once he was done, he made his way to the wastebasket and dumped everything that he had swept up. Sirius looked imploringly at Marketa, desperately pleading with his eyes to give him something more to do or say that could possibly improve such a somber situation.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:07 pm
Wendy had a moment of fangirly bliss inside, then passed the brush to Remus once her hair was presentable. "Well, that wouldn't be completely unfortunate," she said, ducking her head again.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:26 pm
((Oh, oops, I didn't specify that well enough. That was Marketa talking, not Claire. My bad.))
Remus gave a crooked smile, showing his obsessively-brushed (so he would be minty-fresh, obviously!) teeth. "Sorry, but once it's dry you can mess it up all you'd like. Once it's dry I can manage it better."
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:31 pm
"Awwwww, but that's no fuuuunnnnnnnnn," Wendy whined, putting on her puppy eyes. She planted a kiss on his lips, lingering there for a moment, closing her eyes and just enjoying, before pulling back, pleading with her eyes while her mouth smirked. "Pretty please?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 7:29 pm
Remus laughed sweetly. "Well, when you look like that, there's no way I can say no. But it's your fault if your dad gets the wrong impression when my hair dries in a funny fashion." He grinned and kissed her again, not much in the mood for messing around beforehand and going right for the serious stuff.
After seeing the look upon Skoba's face, both before and after he had helped clean the glass, Mar had had to turn away to hide the tears streaming down her face. It had been unfair to him, before coming, not to tell him of the current political climate. She sniffed discreetly and wiped at her eyes with her free hand, then turned back to Skoba. She took him by the hand, sat him down at the table, and placed Ivana into his arms while she dug around in the kitchen drawers for an aspirin. Her head was killing her. She finally found a little white pill, swallowed the bitter thing without water, grimaced, and sat down beside him. "I am so sorry for all dis, Skoba," she said quietly. She closed her eyes to keep from crying again, but it didn't help much. "It was wrong of me to ask you here when it is so dangerous."
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 7:41 pm
Mindful of Glen's presence, Sirius lowered his voice and shifted the infant in his arms so that she was comfortably nestled on his chest. "Marketa, I'm not bothered by the state of this country; I'm bothered by the state of you. Are you feeling alright? Is there anything I can do?" He cleared his throat and looked up at the girl of his dreams, so beautiful even in her frustration and despair, idly tousling Ivana's hair.
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