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May. 7th, 2005 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_aurorNymphadora slipped inside the apartment, quietly. The fire had died to embers, but it threw enough light on the couch to see that Bernard was still fast asleep. He lay stretched out on his stomach, one hand dangling over the edge, mouth hanging slightly open. She bit back a grin and walked over.
She spoke softly, and leaned over him. "Bernard?"
No response, except a shift and a quiet sigh.
Her hand gently stroked his cheek, and she raised her voice a little. "Bernard, love, you need to wake up. You'll feel awful in the morning if you sleep here all night."
Bernard curled up still further, mumbling a little under his breath, and slept on.
Nymphadora rolled her eyes, and started speaking conversationally as she leaned down to unlace her boots. "Charlie's mum was in the bar tonight."
Thump. "Wha--uh. What?"
She leaned over the edge of the couch and grinned down at him, sprawled on the floor. "Did I mention she was seventeen?"
Bernard rubbed his eye and gave her a reproachful look. "That wasn't very nice."
"And yet? Got you to move." She walked around the couch and hauled him to his feet, slipping her arms around his waist. "Don't you want to come sleep in our nice comfy bed?"
He relented, grinning slightly, and hugged her tightly to him. "I think that sounds... pretty okay, actually."
Nymphadora looked up, affronted. "'Pretty okay?' Blimey, I must need new material."
Snickering, Bernard bent his head to kiss her. "Your material is just fine. Trust me."
Arm around her shoulders, he steered them down the hall towards the bedroom. "Not that it wouldn't be interesting to see you employ some sort of comment-card system, purely for the entertainment value..."
From the hall came the distinctive sound of someone being thwapped on the head, and two voices laughing.
She spoke softly, and leaned over him. "Bernard?"
No response, except a shift and a quiet sigh.
Her hand gently stroked his cheek, and she raised her voice a little. "Bernard, love, you need to wake up. You'll feel awful in the morning if you sleep here all night."
Bernard curled up still further, mumbling a little under his breath, and slept on.
Nymphadora rolled her eyes, and started speaking conversationally as she leaned down to unlace her boots. "Charlie's mum was in the bar tonight."
Thump. "Wha--uh. What?"
She leaned over the edge of the couch and grinned down at him, sprawled on the floor. "Did I mention she was seventeen?"
Bernard rubbed his eye and gave her a reproachful look. "That wasn't very nice."
"And yet? Got you to move." She walked around the couch and hauled him to his feet, slipping her arms around his waist. "Don't you want to come sleep in our nice comfy bed?"
He relented, grinning slightly, and hugged her tightly to him. "I think that sounds... pretty okay, actually."
Nymphadora looked up, affronted. "'Pretty okay?' Blimey, I must need new material."
Snickering, Bernard bent his head to kiss her. "Your material is just fine. Trust me."
Arm around her shoulders, he steered them down the hall towards the bedroom. "Not that it wouldn't be interesting to see you employ some sort of comment-card system, purely for the entertainment value..."
From the hall came the distinctive sound of someone being thwapped on the head, and two voices laughing.
