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It's been a quiet weekend. More so than usual, Nymphadora reflects, as she methodically changes Anthony's nappy and settles him down for a nap.

Bernard's birthday had been Friday, and that had been a good day -- he'd been his usual self, really. But ever since his conversation with Raph the other evening, he'd been closed off, clearly not telling her everything he had on his mind. Had a weird conversation. Need to mull it over, he'd said.

Well, she thinks, squaring her shoulders slightly and padding down the hall, I think he's probably mulled enough.