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Wendy, who had refrained from kissing Remus for the same reason he'd started breathing through his nose, gave him a toothy grin. "You are adorable!" she giggled delightedly. She observed his beautifully insane hair and couldn't keep an evil grin from her face. She ruffled his hair companionably before explaining, "According to the boys, we've slept altogether too long, but I think I'm going to stay here for a moment as I'm, if you'll pardon me, <********> freezing." That said, she pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her crazily mussed hair and curled up into a tight ball, burrowing her face in one of the pillows.

"Hehe, you sound funny!" Wendy's pillow-muffled voice laughed in recognition of his now-deep man-voice. She sighed contentedly when he cuddled up to her, relaxing her muscles as much as her shudders permitted her. Once the primary thought in her mind had shifted from how unbelievably cold she was to how unbelievably heavenly this felt, she knew it was time to move before she fell back asleep. She kissed Remus on the cheek, then rolled over to her right - and directly off the bed. She released a short scream of surprise before dissolving into laughter. "I think - haha! - I think your cuteness h-has - hehehe! - somehow messed up my - aha! - my equilibrium!" she choked out, thinking of her earlier tumble down the stairs.

Wendy couldn't breathe for laughing - she leaned her forehead on the floor and covered her head with her hands in a gesture of embarrassment, but her entire body shook with laughs. When she'd gained enough control of herself to take a few deep breaths she set about trying to somehow turn onto her back so she could push Remus off. "N-now - would not - be a g-good time - for the boys - to decide - ehe! - to decide to ch-check up on u-us!" she giggle/stuttered out between attempts at motion.

With Wendy shuddering with giggles beneath him tickling him, Remus couldn't help but roar with laughter. It was one of those delirious, still-half-sleeping laughs that always lasted far too long than appropriate. He then made his entire body go limp. "Looks like you have problems then, little girl! I'm just too darn tired to move!" he laughed loudly.

Wendy let out a huff of air as Remus's entire weight was put on her, then began clawing melodramatically at the floor. "Air! Need! Air!" she gasped out, trying to sound serious and failing miserably because she couldn't stop laughing because Remus couldn't stop laughing and she could tell this whole thing was going to be a vicious cycle. "No! Stop being tired! It's time to get up, big boy!" she laughed, even though Remus was pretty much anything but big - bigger than her, though, so she felt justified. She was experiencing one of those weird moments where one feels completely and utterly helpess, yet doesn't really mind because they're having such a good time.

Remus finally decided to acquiesce to Wendy's need to breathe. He rolled over, carefully shifting his weight to his hands to make sure he didn't squish poor Wendy, and then lifted himself off of her. "There, be free," he said with a grin and laugh. Then he dropped to his knees and knelt beside her on the floor. "I'm up; are you?"


Glen shrugged and made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat as he pocketed the flask again. Then, seeing the bloke make an acknowledgement to the fact that he and Mar were the same age, he smirked lazily. "Really?" he asked incredulously. He snorted through his nose. "That's odd - not your age, you look about sixteen. It's just odd that Mar would go for you. She seems to go for the...well, older boys, to be frank. I mean, look at me son, I'm twenty-three, and she had my kid!" He laughed humorlessly and let the kid think of it what he would.

Behind the closed bedroom door, Marketa clutched the necklace Sirius had given her that very day in her hands, while her heart plummeted.

Glen could tell that he was burning a fuse, and quickly. He smirked slyly and raised one eyebrow. "What? You don't think you're gonna, you know, take over, do yeh? You're not actually dreaming of that perfect little family portrait, are yeh? Oh yeah, Mam, little Ivana, and their Skoba, innit goonna be?" He leaned forward and suddenly grew serious. "Listen son, I don't care if you do get Mar on your side, or if you do marry her or adopt Ivana; but Ivana is still gonna be my kid, you hear me?" He pointed at his own chest with his thumb. He leaned back again. "Besides, I'm just bidin' my time, ya know? Soon enough poor delicate Mar's gonna snap (whether it be at the Soviets or herself), and that baby's gonna need a Da. And who knows? Maybe it'll be fun to have a kid." He let out a tiny whistle and smiled at the ceiling, wondering how high he could get this kid's blood pressure.

Marketa sighed and slid down the wall, burying her face in her hands. Not because what Glen was saying was such a horrendous lie, but because it was the truth.

Suddenly Glen was on his feet, his fair Irish complexion going red swiftly. "And what's that supposed to mean, son? What exactly d'you think I'm gonna do with that little gerl, eh?" He clenched his fists at his sides, keeping Mar's not-so-quiet plea for peace on Christmas in mind. "You'd better watch your mouth, son, or I'll watch it for you."

"Is enough, Glen," snapped Marketa quetly (but with a warning tone to it) as she finally emerged from the bedroom when she deemed the comversation too heated for comfort, now wearing a white nightgown, a dark blue bathrobe, and Skoba's necklace. She then sank down onto the pullout beside Skoba, worrying her lower lip between her tiny teeth. She crossed her arms tightly over her stomach again, holding herself together. "Must watch de men like dey are children," she muttered to herself, mostly directing it at Glen.