Jan. 31st, 2007

clumsy_auror: (whut? [purple])
Nymphadora's been far more careful about keeping track of things, since she lost the baby. She knows it's almost obsessive, the way she ticks off each day in her calendar, but doesn't care. She'd rather be too careful than her usual forgetful self.

She waits for a few days. Waits and waits, just to let things... percolate. Coalesce. Decide if they like the accomodations.

Then, she takes a test.

~~~


There's a knock on Allbright's door.

"Alohomora," he barks, not looking up from his work as Nymphadora steps through the opening door.

The witch shifts her weight from one foot to the other. "Sir, is it all right if I take the afternoon off?"

A snort. "'Course it's bloody well all right. We don't pay you any overtime, do we, and you've still got enough comp time from the war coming to you to hare off to Belize for three months if you got the urge." With a tap of his wand, the scroll in front of Allbright seals itself shut, and he finally looks up at his Auror. "But you won't do that, will you, because you know my poor old heart just couldn't handle the strain."

'Dora does her best to keep a straight face, and shakes her head. "No, sir."

"All right then, get the hell out of here."

Her smile breaks through.

"Yes, sir."

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