Violent violet and bubblegum pink

Ted, honestly.

*she turns to Sunny, speaking comfortingly*

I'll not be turning you into a newt, sweetheart. I could never get the tails right, so it'll probably be a toad, instead.

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Sunny ponders this. A toad might not be so bad... And then her eyes light up. Hopefully, "Snake?"

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You and your snakes.

*Dora grins and kisses Sunny's cheek. To her parents;*

Bit of a Slytherin sometimes, this one.

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*he scowls*

Not under my roof, dammit.

...okay. It's not my roof. I'll admit it. But any home of Dora's is a home of mine, and this sofa's kind of comfy, so you'll have a time of it getting me to move.

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Well, we've got lots of room and aren't opposed to taking in strays--ow.

*He rubs his shin, grinning.*

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*Nymphadora pulls back her foot, smiling sweetly, and shifts Sunny to her lap as she sits back down on the arm Bernard's chair.*

So, Bernard looks after Sunny during the day, and when he goes out to tend some afternoons there's a girl called Violet who comes in to stay with her, and then we're both with her in the evenings.

It's worked out pretty well, so far.

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...Well.

*she raises an eyebrow, grinning*

It certainly sounds like you've got it under control, at least.

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*Bernard absently slips an arm around Nymphadora's waist, smiling at Andromeda ruefully.*

Depends on what day you ask.

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It's been a learning experience, that's for sure.

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*with great deliberation, Ted extracts himself from the depths of the sofa, walking over to kiss Nymphadora on the top of her head*

Proud of you, love.

*his voice is gruff, and he hies back to the sofa quickly, grabbing his wife's hand*

Still should've told us sooner.

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*she sighs, smiling, and squeezes Ted's hand*

And - as long as she doesn't have any other latent destructive tendencies besides the, ah... biting, mind - you know we'll be glad to help if you are ever stuck for a babysitter.

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*Nymphadora grins tentatively, looking a bit relieved.*

Good to know. And you know you're always welcome to come here -- I'd love for you to get to know Bernard and Sunny better. They're both going to be around for a long time. And Sunny always needs new subjects for her masterpieces, don't you, lovely?

*She kisses the top of Sunny's head.*

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"Yes!" She beams, then runs to her bag and pulls out a picture, trotting back over and presenting it to Ted. "Fuckin' 'Erlin onna pogga 'ick in high heels," she explains.

Well, the pogga 'ick's sorta recognizable.

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*Bernard stares, then absolutely flails and mutely points to Nymphadora as if to say, 'She's the witch here! No swearing to Merlin going on in the muggle half of the relationship!'*

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*Ted looks at the picture for a long moment and then picks Sunny up, settling her onto his lap and kissing her on the head*

'sa very nice pogo stick there, love, but how about we leave the swear words out? Your grandma's got delicate sensibilities.

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*Nymphadora is slightly pale, but smiles at the sight of Sunny with her dad.*

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"Bugger," Sunny sighs before cuddling up against Ted.

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*Andromeda lifts a hand to hide the twitching corners of her mouth, and does a decent impression of scandalised*

...Oh, my virgin ears?

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That she learned from Aziraphael.

*He leans on the arm of the chair, and pinches the bridge of his nose.*

I think I give up. Short of posting a note in the bar demanding that the patrons stop teaching my daughter how to swear in four trillion languages from infinite wheres and whens, on pain of immediate resolution of all monetary debts, I have run out of ideas.

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*he looks up from Sunny's picture*

So... she runs around the bar unsupervised?

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Not really unsupervised, no. Bernard's pretty much always in the bar when she is, and all the other bartenders, and a good number of the patrons, know her and keep an eye on her, too. Plus she's well-covered with protection spells and we've got a system set up so we know when she's in trouble.

*Nymphadora holds up her wrist, showing her parents the bracelet she wears.*

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*he looks at it, fascinated*

You might have to show you mother how to make one of these.

Er.

Since we're here, Nymphadora, love...

*Ted looks uncharacteristically nervous, but he's bolstered by Andromeda's smile*

You're. Er.

You're going to have a baby brother.

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Uh. What?

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