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Molly watched sadly as the blonde-haired girl was led into the office, obviously, by her parents. The sullen angry look on the girls face made her feel even more bad for the poor thing. The principal of the school had told her the whole story when they were looking for someone to become Narcissa Black's ears.
"What is she doing here?" the loud angry voice screamed out. The ice blue eyes glared daggers at Molly.
"Narcissa…"
Narcissa made a couple of hand gestures that weren't exactly the nicest thing in the world to say to one's own family. Then she repeated her question in sign language. Folding her arms over her chest, her glared turned from Molly to Mrs. and Mr. Black.
Mrs. Black, calmly took the lead in the conversation. Her moved in a flash as she signed, not even noticing the terrified look on her daughter's face.
"It would probably help her learn her new language if you slowed down and showed her," Molly said gently, getting a surprised look from Narcissa. "It's like if you were to learn, say Latin. You wouldn't want your teacher to be screaming at you in Latin the first day, would you?"
"I suppose not, whoever you are," was snide answer of Mrs. Black.
"This is Molly Prewett," Principal Dumbledore said, "she will be helping Narcissa navigate her new world. Sign language is a second language to her because of her brother Fabian."
Mrs. Black, looked Molly up and down as though she couldn't believe that Molly would know more than one language at all. "Thank you for your help, Miss Prewett," she said, not sounding like she meant it.
Molly looked over to see the usually perky blonde cheerleader rapid fire cursing in sign language. She had to stifle a giggle as Mrs. Black made the mistake of thinking her daughter was complimenting her outfit.
Molly quickly signed back. "That's not nice, Narcissa."
The blue eyes widened in shock. She obviously wasn't used to anyone figuring out what she was saying or doing.
"How many words does your daughter know of her new language, Mrs. Black?" Molly asked curiously, watching Narcissa continue to curse to herself in the corner.
"Just the ones that she keeps repeating over and over again," snapped Narcissa's mother. "Can you at least get her to stop that?"
Molly wanted to get angry at this rude woman but then again she was probably just lashing out from pain and confusion. She remembers when Fabian lost his hearing how her mother was upset for days on end. Maybe that was what Mrs. Black was going through at the moment? Walking over to Narcissa, gently touched the girl's arm, motioning for her to get up.
"I'll just show Narcissa to the classroom set up for our hearing impaired students," Molly said, with a small smile in Narcissa's direction. "Then perhaps I could teach her a few words and sentences that will be helpful in everyday life."
"Come on," Molly said, forming each word perfectly with her lips, hoping that Narcissa could at least read them to see what she was saying. When the girl stared blankly back at her she knew that wasn't the case. She turned to Mrs. Black to see the older woman getting upset about what was going on.
"Narcissa, go with her," she snapped at her daughter as though the girl was still able to hear. "Go with her!"
Molly quickly jotted what she'd said on a piece of paper and held it out Narcissa. She could see the confusion leave the girl's face as she nodded. "You shouldn't yell someone who can't hear what you are saying, Mrs. Black. It just doesn't make any sense." She jotted another note to Narcissa about teaching her a few common phrases and words in sign language. This got a smile from the cheerleader.
"The nerve of some people," she heard Mrs. Black murmur as she lead Narcissa out of the principal's office.
That had been over a month ago, their first meeting. Narcissa had surprised Molly very much with her willingness to learn the new language and even seemed to pick it up rather quickly. It seemed like no time she was signing almost as fast as Molly herself was.
The only problem was convincing Narcissa's entire family to learn the new language. Molly knew from experience that learning a new language was hard. She, herself, had been resistant to learn when she had to for Fabian. It wasn't until Fabian tried to have a conversation with her without his interpreter that she finally figured she'd learn. But she couldn't see Mrs. or Mr. Black being that easy to convince. They were still yelling and shouting at her like she was a normal hearing teenager.
"You, Miley," snapped Mrs. Black, gaining Molly's attention. "What is she saying?"
Molly stifled the laugh that was building up. "Figure it out yourself," Molly interpreted, gaining a smile from Narcissa.
"I don't pay you to sass me, girl. What did she say?"
"I told you. That is exactly what your daughter said. Give or take a few words I would not rather repeat in supposed good company."
Mrs. Black's face turned an angry scarlet red. She sputtered angrily and glared at Molly as though she was the lowest of the low.
Narcissa's hand rapidly moved, signing away like there was no tomorrow. The words flowed like nothing that Molly had ever seen from the girl before. Unlike the first time they'd met they weren't all dirty words either. They were the words of a hurt confused teenager whose parents were doing everything they could to understand what their child was going through.
"Tell her slow down," snapped Mrs. Black.
"She's hurt, Mrs. Black," Molly said, shaking her head when Mrs. Black's angry face turned to one of concern as she checked her daughter over. "Not physically hurt. She's emotionally hurt. The people she thought she could count on to get her through anything, aren't pulling their weight. You and Mr. Black are her parents, Mrs. Black. Yet you won't learn the language your daughter needs you to so you can talk to her. That hurts her more than not even letting her learn the language to begin with. She wants to talk to you, Mrs. Black. She wants to talk to you and your husband but she can't. She can't because you won't learn her language."
Narcissa finally slowed to stop. She was panting from exertion of her anger and emotional pain but she looked freer than Molly had ever seen her. Tears shone in her eyes as she watched her mother's reaction to everything that Molly had just said. Molly could tell she seemed doubtful of the outcome.
"Can you teach me her language," Mrs. Black finally said, tears filling her voice as she choked back a sob. "and stay on as Narcissa's interpreter as we learn?"
Narcissa smiled and nodded over at Molly. Something she hadn't expected to happen when she first met the cheerleader a month ago.
"I would love to stay on and help Narcissa," Molly said, smiling. She could tell right now that this was going to be the start of something beautiful for them both. Only time would tell where it lead to.
I hope you all enjoyed Lost in Translation as much as I enjoyed writing it.
