Violent violet and bubblegum pink

*Bernard looks up froom where he's sitting on the couch sketching idly and grins.*

Christ, I forgot she's blue. Like Ingress's hair.

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Yup, just like. A shade or so lighter, I think.

*She skritches Ellie behind the ears, and the dog yips happily, wriggling to get down. Nymphadora sets her carefully down on the floor, and Ellie immediately races around the room, stopping every once in a while to sniff at a chair or table leg.

Finally she comes to a stop at Bernard's feet, looking up at him with her head cocked inquisitively to one side.*

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*They stare each other down for a moment or two, then Ellie steps forward cautiously.

Bernard puts a hand out for her to sniff, and she does.

Suddenly, Bernard has a lapful of dog.*

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Ah! There we are, then. You're approved.

*Grinning, she walks over to pet Ellie and leans down to kiss Bernard while she's at it.*

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*Ellie jumps up to kiss her cheek as well.*

Augh.

*He grins*

Otherwise, you'd leave and take your blue dog with you. My heart is broken.

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Oh, absolutely. If you don't pass the Ellie test, you're toast.

*She winks and pulls the backpack off her shoulders, setting it on the couch and opening it. Out comes a small dog pillow and a few well-used toys.*

Hmmm. Wonder where she'd like the bed?

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Dunno. S'pose we could try it in the living room and see?

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*Nodding, Nymphadora looks around for a moment before setting the pillow down in the corner nearest the fireplace.*

Ellie? How's this?

*The dog, however, is too enthralled with nipping the cuff of Bernard's shirt to pay attention.*

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Hey!

*He pulls the cuff away and looks Ellie in the eye.*

No, Ellie.

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*Ellie blinks up at him, looking wounded.

Well, they don't call the expression 'puppy-dog-face' for nothing.*

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*He rolls his eyes and pets her.

He's far too easily beaten.*

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*Nymphadora snickers and sits down next to them.*

Ellie, you know you're not supposed to chew. Not that it'll be much easier for you to resist temptation, with Sunny around gnawing on stuff, but you need to be strong.

*Ellie's tail whips back and forth. She's just pleased with all the attention, regardless of the topic at hand.*

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*Bernard impulsively leans over to kiss her on the cheek.*

She's cute.

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Yeah, she is. Ingress did a good job picking her out.

*Nymphadora grins, letting the dog lick her hand.*

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And right around this time, Queen Sunny the Graceful--no, really, graceful, she does NOT take after Dora--REALLY--wanders in, crown firmly on her head and something that might have once been a card board tube but it now a scepter in her hand.

She stares.

"PUPPY!"

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*Bernard turns to see her, grinning.*

Yup.

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Yeah, Sunny -- for once you're spot-on. This is Ellie.

*Nymphadora picks the dog up and carries her over, crouching down by Sunny.*

Here, sweetie, hold out your hand so she can smell you.

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Sunny is gleeful as she holds out the non-scepter-carrying hand.

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*Ellie leans forward, sniffing at Sunny's hand, and takes a careful swipe at it with her tongue.

Evidently Sunny passes muster, because the next moment she's the recipient of a sloppy doggy kiss on the cheek.*

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More glee, as she squeals and throws her arms around Ellie's neck.

And curiously nips at her ear. It's probably nothing Ellie wouldn't experience in playing with another dog.

...Except Sunny isn't a dog. But. Yes.

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*Bernard stifles a laugh and Ellie jumps away, stunned, too shocked to whine.*

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Queen Sunny pouts. The puppy doesn't like her?

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