Jan. 27th, 2005

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Tonks balanced the pieces of pie in one hand and opened the door with the other, poking her head inside. “Bernard?”

The only answer was a slight snore.

She grinned to herself and set down the plates, looking over at him. He was sprawled on the couch, half-sitting, half-lying, a copy of A Brief History of Time held limply in his hand. Tonks dropped her bag and reached over, gently taking the book from him, and he stirred.

“’Mphadora?” he muttered sleepily.

“Yeah,” she replied, pulling off her boots. “Sorry I’m late.”

Bernard yawned and rubbed one eye. “’S okay.” He shook his head slightly, trying to wake up. “You all right? Nose not bothering you?”

She wrinkled the part in question. “Nah, not really. Just sore.” She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head towards the plates. “Pie? George had it on special, and my sweet-tooth’s got a craving. He sends his regards, by the way. Nice bloke.”

“Lemon meringue? Groovy.” Bernard grinned as she handed him a slice. “Thanks, sweetheart. Yeah, George is a good guy. I think he’ll do just fine.”

Tonks kissed his cheek and then settled herself against the arm of the couch, stretching her legs out over his lap. “I think I saw the girl you were talking about – River? She was just sort of…hanging out underneath the Bar.”

“Oh, yeah?” He raised an eyebrow and took another bite. “Well, if that’s where she feels safe, then that’s fine by me. And the Bar certainly doesn’t mind.”

She nodded thoughtfully. “Can’t help but worry that whoever’s after them might show up here, at some point. That sort of thing does have a habit of happening.”

Bernard’s eyes darkened slightly. “If they do, we’ll do everything we can to stop them.”

“’Course we will.” Her voice was quiet, and she paused for a moment. “I’m a bit worried about Aziraphael. We’ve not heard anything for days.”

“I know.” He finished off his piece and took her empty plate, setting them both on the table. “But he’d have come if there were anything drastically wrong. Right?” His smile didn’t quite overrule the hint of apprehension in his eyes.

Tonks half-smiled. “Right.” She moved a bit closer, leaning on his shoulder. “So do I even want to know what you did to Raph today?”

Bernard looked entirely too smug as he replied, putting his arm around her. “Probably not. But I think we can consider both your formerly green state of being and the sprinkler incident well avenged.”

“Brilliant. And I might yet cook up some revenge on my own. He’s still not all that keen on magic…reckon I can mess with his head a bit. And I’m not bound by the rules.” Tonks’ eyes glinted dangerously, and she gave him a sly smile.

“That’s my girl.” He grinned and tipped her chin up for a kiss. “Now. How about you tell me everything you did today.”

“Everything?” Tonks kissed him back, lingering a little. “Cause there were a few really boring bits along with the very exciting bloody nose, you realize.”

Bernard pulled her closer and rested his chin on top of her head, eyes closed, just smiling. “Everything.”


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