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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks is humming a happy tune as she and Bernard open the door to their flat. She kicks off her shoes next to the couch before sitting down on the arm and just looking up at him, grinning.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins down at her and takes her hand.*

That went pretty well.

[clumsy_auror]

Didn't it?

*she swings his hand back and forth, a little*

Now I need to talk to Tom.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

If you can track him down. He's been busy lately.

[clumsy_auror]

If nothing else, I'll go over to the House and pounce on him one day soon. Ingress'll help me pin him down.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...Take pictures?

[clumsy_auror]

*gravely*

Of course. 'Specially his face when I make him think there'll be taffeta involved.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He looks hopeful*

Pink tulle?

[clumsy_auror]

*suspiciously*

...Has Meg been slipping things into your drinks?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He laughs shortly*

No, I doubt Meg'll be inclined to be slipping me anything but strychnine for some time.

[clumsy_auror]

Hey.

*Her smile fades, and she prodes him gently in the stomach.*

None of that, now. You said the two of you understood one another.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I think so, yeah. Doesn't mean she's all that pleased with me, though.

*A long sigh*

I like her. It bothered me to have to do that. Used to like Anthy, too.

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora slips her arms around his waist and pulls him closer, resting her head against his sternum.*

I know. I'm sorry, love.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He shrugs, almost nonchalantly, his arms going around her shoulders.*

It'll be all right.

[clumsy_auror]

It really will.

*She holds him close for a few moments longer and then stands, her hands still at his waist.*

I'm not tired. Are you?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He shakes his head, pushing a bit of hair from her forehead*

Nah.

[clumsy_auror]

Well, let's check on our girl, before we do anything else.

*she smiles, taking his hand and heading for Sunny's room*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*She opens the door silently, and they slip in.

Sunny's curled up in her crib, brow a little furrowed in sleep. Bernard bends over, one fingertip lightly skimming the curve of her cheek, and she shifts, whimpering a little.*

She's having a bad dream, I think.

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora bites her lip and reaches down to gently rub Sunny's back.*

Wish we knew what to do.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

In Sunny-speak, what she's saying might make sense. And might be about fire and cages.

Dora wouldn't understand it.

Ber'd could.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's eyes go big, and he bites his lip painfully. His hands twitch towards her automatically, but he pauses.

He'd always heard that you should let kids sleep through nightmares. But wouldn't it be better for her to wkae up from this?*

[clumsy_auror]

What? What is it?

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

And she wakes up.

Eyes are big and suddenly open as she clutches at her blanket.

Sunny doesn't say anything, just stares.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*To Nymphadora*

She's talking in her sleep. The fire--

*Then she wakes. Bernard crouches down to look her in the eyes, worried.*

Hey, munchkin. Bad dream, huh?

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny stares more, before throwing herself at Ber'd. This isn't hugging. This is clinging.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oof.

*He picks her up, rubbing her back, and looks over at Nymphadora as he speaks.*

Hey, you're all right. We've got you.