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Apr. 11th, 2005 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_aurorDear Bernard,
Well, I think I can safely say that my day just improved by about a thousand percent. I was feeling very sorry for myself and missing the both of you after our lovely weekend -- I think Kingsley was about to boot me out of the office, I was grating on his nerves so badly -- but hearing from you worked a treat. Instead of bothering him, I just stared off into space for a good ten minutes with a stupid smile on my face, thinking of this morning.
Jealous of Kingsley? Well he does make one hell of a quiche, but you're quite right, that's not a patch on coming home to you at the end of the day, however late it might be. I love seeing your face light up when I crawl into bed beside you, when you're all sleepy and rumpled and warm. That's the best part of my day, just coming home and talking until we fall asleep... or until you wake up enough to do other things.
I'll be sure to pass along your message to Harry; I don't think you'll find him arguing. He's got a load of righteous teenage indignation built up, not to mention a bloody lot of magical talent he's just itching to really use. And someday, he will -- and when he does, you bet your arse we're taking a long bloody vacation involving sun, sand, and the bare minimum of clothing...the thought of which sets off the stupid smile all over again. Hmm. Well at the very least we've got the lake, and the deck, and I think I can manage to magic a few palm trees around the place for a day or two. Ohhh, and we need a sandbox for Sunny. I'm a champion sand-castle builder.
And my train of thought runs away with me, yet again. Anyway.
Summer? Summer sounds nice. Better be later -- August or thereabouts -- just to be on the safe side. We can have it out by the lake, under the trees. It'll be lovely.
Oh, and I forgot to tell you -- Tom said yes. I asked him last night. He looked really pleased, though he said if I demanded that he wear a dress and carry flowers it was a no-go. I told him he could wear whatever the hell he wanted, as long as he was up there with me. So that's nice, isn't it?
Wish you were here. Or rather, that I was there. But I'll be home as soon as I can, and in the meantime, here's a little something for you and Sunny. It was inspired by a suggestion of Crowley's, actually.
I love you, Bernard.
Nymphadora
*At the bottom of the note is a small magically-animated drawing: a stick figure with pink hair stands in front of a desk piled high with papers, a grumpy expression on her face. She waves her wand, and the papers burst into flames, prompting a satisfied smile from the drawing.*
Well, I think I can safely say that my day just improved by about a thousand percent. I was feeling very sorry for myself and missing the both of you after our lovely weekend -- I think Kingsley was about to boot me out of the office, I was grating on his nerves so badly -- but hearing from you worked a treat. Instead of bothering him, I just stared off into space for a good ten minutes with a stupid smile on my face, thinking of this morning.
Jealous of Kingsley? Well he does make one hell of a quiche, but you're quite right, that's not a patch on coming home to you at the end of the day, however late it might be. I love seeing your face light up when I crawl into bed beside you, when you're all sleepy and rumpled and warm. That's the best part of my day, just coming home and talking until we fall asleep... or until you wake up enough to do other things.
I'll be sure to pass along your message to Harry; I don't think you'll find him arguing. He's got a load of righteous teenage indignation built up, not to mention a bloody lot of magical talent he's just itching to really use. And someday, he will -- and when he does, you bet your arse we're taking a long bloody vacation involving sun, sand, and the bare minimum of clothing...the thought of which sets off the stupid smile all over again. Hmm. Well at the very least we've got the lake, and the deck, and I think I can manage to magic a few palm trees around the place for a day or two. Ohhh, and we need a sandbox for Sunny. I'm a champion sand-castle builder.
And my train of thought runs away with me, yet again. Anyway.
Summer? Summer sounds nice. Better be later -- August or thereabouts -- just to be on the safe side. We can have it out by the lake, under the trees. It'll be lovely.
Oh, and I forgot to tell you -- Tom said yes. I asked him last night. He looked really pleased, though he said if I demanded that he wear a dress and carry flowers it was a no-go. I told him he could wear whatever the hell he wanted, as long as he was up there with me. So that's nice, isn't it?
Wish you were here. Or rather, that I was there. But I'll be home as soon as I can, and in the meantime, here's a little something for you and Sunny. It was inspired by a suggestion of Crowley's, actually.
I love you, Bernard.
Nymphadora
*At the bottom of the note is a small magically-animated drawing: a stick figure with pink hair stands in front of a desk piled high with papers, a grumpy expression on her face. She waves her wand, and the papers burst into flames, prompting a satisfied smile from the drawing.*
