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[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora's eyes dart over the top of her book to the front door of the bar... for possibly the five hundredth time in five minutes.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard walks over and distracts her.*

Calm down.

[clumsy_auror]

I'm calm. Totally calm.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He kisses her again.*

Bullshit.

[clumsy_auror]

...Possibly.

*She sighs*

Sorry.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

It's okay.

*A laugh*

I'm scared shitless.

[clumsy_auror]

Mmmmyep. Pretty much.

Sunny still in her room drawing?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, she'll be occupied for ages. She's got Ellie as a subject.

*He kisses her cheek*

Take a deep breath.

[clumsy_auror]

*She nods, breathing in and out slowly.

Then she gives him a tentative smile.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Better?

I love you.

*He pulls her close*

It'll be okay.

[clumsy_auror]

I love you too.

*she kisses his cheek*

And I know it will be.

Probably.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A crinkle appears between his brows*

Are you that worried?

[clumsy_auror]

Nah. More just nervous. Big news all around.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I know.





They can't not love Sunny.

[clumsy_auror]

I know, it'd be pretty impossible, wouldn't it? Definitely helps matters.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

If she bites them I'll... steal her crayons.

[clumsy_auror]

Oh good lord. But she knows she has to ask, first. So we should be okay.

*Nymphadora nods firmly.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

But... when she asks, and you know she will--

Christ.

[clumsy_auror]

Yes, well. We'll just have to warn them before we bring her out.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh my God, what do we say?

"Our daughter bites, but it means she likes you"?!

[clumsy_auror]

...Yes?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...Maybe without the 'our daughter' bit. At first.

[clumsy_auror]

Yeah we might wanna build up to that.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He looks at her for a long moment, the leans forward to press a kiss to her forehead.*



How often do they see this face?

[clumsy_auror]

Not... terribly often, I suppose.

Just figured it was fitting.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His smile is slow and somewhat radiant.*

It is.