In the new flat

[clumsy_auror]

*The door swings open, and Nymphadora feels herself being pulled forward, Bernard's hands clasped tightly around hers. She's grinning from ear to ear.*

Can I open 'em yet?

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[clumsy_auror]

*Blushing hotly, she looks back at him for a second. Then she abruptly presses him against the kitchen counter and kisses him thoroughly.

After a few long moments, she pulls away and wanders out into the hallway.*

So! What else, then?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Blinking rapidly, mouth hanging open, Bernard shakes his head a few times.*

Um.

*He follows.*

Sunny's room.

[clumsy_auror]

*She nods approvingly, looking around the (appropriately) sunny room and poking her head into the closet.*

Nearly the same shade of blue. She'll like that. And lots of space for her to play.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He nods, leaning against the doorframe and grinning. He folds his arms, looking proudly around the room.*

Wanted her to have a space she can grow in, you know? It's not like we could really move to a house with a bigger room for her, so.

[clumsy_auror]

*She looks back at him, watching as he gazes around the room, and it hits her yet again that they're raising this girl, that this room would soon be plastered with her own drawings, and in ten years there would be posters of bands and boys -- or girls, whichever -- and they would be there, the both of them, for her.

It's a little overwhelming, all of a sudden, and she abruptly plunks down on the windowseat.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*The smile fades from his face, and a worried crease forms between his eyes.*

What?

[clumsy_auror]

*Her voice is a bit faint, and she just shakes her head, a tiny smile creeping across her face.*

Nothing, I just...

She'll get big. Someday.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*After a moment, he nods.*

I dread the day when I can't stop her from doing something stupid by picking her up by the scruff of the neck.

*Leaning his head sideways against the door, he smiles back at her, eyes full of all the love in the world.*

She'll be a handful, you know.

[clumsy_auror]

*She laughs, standing up and joining him at the door, her hand wrapping around his.*

That's what Summoning Spells are for.

And yeah. She will be.

*a gentle poke in the ribs*

'Specially with you and I around to influence her.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I don't know what you mean. I'm perfectly sedate. Practically boring.

[clumsy_auror]

*Snorting, she walks across the hall to the study, not even dignifying that with a response.*

Ohhhh, I like the colour.

*The walls are a mossy green, and the fireplace mirrors the one in the living room. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves stand along one wall.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He strolls in and passes a hand over a walnut shelf.*

We need to fill these. I've collected a few books since I got here, but most of my books are back in Walla Walla still.

*He focuses on the shelves and the walls, trying to hide the way his eyes narrow and his face pales just a little.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora sees, and she walks over, placing a hand at the small of his back, her tone light.*

Aziraphael's going to help us out there, I have a feeling.

And heaven knows I've got enough from Hogwarts and the Academy to fill a few shelves. History of Magic alone...

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His face lights*

Got any potions textbooks?

[clumsy_auror]

Oh, sure. All except third year. That one met a rather violent end, I'm afraid.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He's unreasonably excited.*

Maybe some Saturday we can mess around with potions ingredients...

[clumsy_auror]

*She looks askance at him; it's a distinct 'it's your funeral' sort of a look.*

Um. Sure! We can...give it a shot.

*A mournful look back in the direction of the shiny new kitchen. It was pretty while it lasted.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins and kisses her. If he were any more excited, he'd be bouncing.*

I love you. We won't burn the house down, I promise.

[clumsy_auror]

You say that now, but next thing you know the cauldron's melted and you've lost more points than Hufflepuff ever earned and it takes a week for you to regrow your eyebrows, which is pretty sadly impressive for a Metamorphmagus...

*Trailing off, she coughs, and gives him a winning smile.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...Were there pictures?

[clumsy_auror]

*Her cheeks darkening to a lovely shade of magenta, Nymphadora turns on her heel and walks back out into the hallway, her voice drifting back to him.*

I think we should check out the bathroom. I'm sure it's just lovely.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard cackles to himself and follows.*

Yeah, it turned out really nice.

*A grin*

Big bath.

[clumsy_auror]

*Raising an eyebrow at him, she nods, a sly smile on her face.*

So I see.

And a very pretty apple-y green colour.

*She runs a hand over the chrome faucet and bright white sink.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I thought so.

*He runs a hand through his hair.*

Got some in my hair. Looked like a fractured Christmas decoration.

[clumsy_auror]

*She looks up at his hair, a few silver strands here and there glinting in the light. A sort of pang twinges in her stomach, but she smiles, and her voice is slightly teasing.*

Good thing you're not vain, at all.