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[clumsy_auror]

*The door to Sunny's room swings silently open, and Bernard and Nymphadora poke their heads inside.


But the crib is empty.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard blinks, then opens the door wider, striding in.*

What the--

*Then his foot crushes something... crunchy.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora flails for a moment, and then draws her wand, whispering a spell.*

Lumos.

*She bends down to his feet, frowning.*

Biscuit crumbs.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard looks at the crumbs, then around the room.


There's a curious structure made of blankets at one end.*

[clumsy_auror]

Well.

*she blinks*

What's this queer-looking contraption?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard kneels down and peers in, and sees his daughter curled up with another baby of indeterminate sex, stuffed animals and cookie crumbs everywhere, and with crowns on their heads.*

Huh.

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora gets down beside him, her brow furrowing.*

...Huh is right.


*She tilts her head, squinting at the other child*

Think that might be Harold.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, so she's bringing boys home already? Awesome.

[clumsy_auror]

*She thwaps him distractedly.*

We should be so lucky. He's lovely, very sweet. Magic crayon.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Magic crayon? I am so happy they're too young for euphemisms.


...What the hell do we do with them?

[clumsy_auror]

*She shrugs*

They're happy enough there. We let them sleep, sort it in the morning.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He sighs and stands*

I am so glad you've got a level head. I was flailing.

[clumsy_auror]

*She takes his hand and pulls him out into the hall, closing the door behind them.*

It's sort of my job not to flail, at stuff like this.

Occasionally, I even remember that.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He looks back at Sunny's door with trepidation*

Hope the cookies won't give her nightmares.

[clumsy_auror]

*slightly exasperated, she pushes him down the hall*

I'm sure she got them from the Bar, not Anthy. She's fine. She looked very content, just now.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...Oh my God I'm such a dad.

[clumsy_auror]

...Yep.

*snickering, Nymphadora walks into their room and starts changing into her pyjamas*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He sits on the edge of the bed, dazed, half-watching her, because he can't not watch her, but still utterly preoccupied by the fact that he's a father and he'd just acted like one.*


...If I start yelling at our kids about money and curfews and, I dunno, taking the car or something, shoot me.

[clumsy_auror]

*pragmatically, as she changes her face along with her clothes;*

Well, we haven't got a car. So that's a load off right there, surely.

Now, brooms, on the other hand...

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, Christ, if I yell they'll just hex me and shove me in a closet.

[clumsy_auror]

*She sits next to him on the bed, not even bothering to try not to laugh.*

Our children will not shove you in a closet.

They might hex you though. Accidentally, mind. First signs of magic can often be messy affairs.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I won't lose any limbs, will I?

[clumsy_auror]

Well if you do they can be reattached.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He flops onto the bed, defeated*

[clumsy_auror]

*Grinning, she stretches out next to him, curling her arm around his waist and kissing his neck.*

I love you.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I love you, too.

*He turns onto his side to face her.*

Why do you think I'd put up with such abuse?

[clumsy_auror]

Mmm, yes. I'm terribly awful.

*another kiss*

Sucks to be you.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's awful.

*He pulls her closer*

Every day, I weep.

*A kiss to each cheek*

My life is nothing but pain.

[clumsy_auror]

Yep. Pain.

*Nymphadora's eyes are starting to drift shut, and she snuggles closer.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*She's asleep. Bernard pushes her hair from her face and presses a kiss to her forehead.*

I love you, sweetheart.

*She doesn't answer except to curl closer.



After a few minutes of just watching her sleep, Bernard disentangles himself and eases her under the covers, undresses, and slips between the sheets with her.

The light goes off, and all is silent.*