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May. 3rd, 2005 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_auror*Nymphadora straightens from where she's been tending the fire. It's the last cold night they'll have for a long while, she reckons, so they may as well make good use of it. A few flicks of her wand and the candles on the mantle flare to life.
She looks at the clock. And fidgets.
What could possibly be taking him so long?*
She looks at the clock. And fidgets.
What could possibly be taking him so long?*
