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[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora's in the kitchen making a cheese toastie. (This much, at least, she can manage on her own.) The Beatles are playing in the living room, and she bops around the kitchen, singing along as she assembles her snack.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*There's a loud crash. Bernard, on the couch, desperately tries not to run into the kitchen and throw himself into the path of whatever just fell.

He loves his fiancée, but when it comes to his standing mixer, it's a toss-up.*

[clumsy_auror]

*There's a moment of silence, and then--*

I'm okay!

*Nymphadora inwardly blesses the Silencing Charms on Sunny's room.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He drops his book on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

...And the fourteen frying pans, nine cleavers, seventeen Bell jars, and battleax you just overturned onto the floor?

[clumsy_auror]

*A somewhat lengthy pause.*

...I may have dented the wok. But. Everybody's okay!

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well.

It's hammered into shape.

So I'm sure it's not noticeable.

[clumsy_auror]

Ah! See? All good.

*There's some rummaging as she stuffs things back into the cupboard.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

God, you're terrifying.

*He picks his book up, raising his voice enough to be heard.*

Great.

[clumsy_auror]

*Several crash-free minutes later, Nymphadora emerges from the kitchen, a glass of milk in one hand and a plate full of sandwiches in the other.

She sways her way over to the couch.*

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting-- hey. Want some?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He eyes the toasties dubiously.*

No, you go ahead.

[clumsy_auror]

*She adopts a hurt look as she sits down next to him.*

What's to mess up? It's a cheese toastie.

*A big bite, and she hums approvingly.*

Mmm. Yes. Y'know what's good on cheese toasties? Houmous.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Huh. Chickpeas and melted cheese.

*He grins at his book, turning a page.*

I'll make a hippie of you yet, it seems.

[clumsy_auror]

Well, I suppose I'm predisposed to be fond of tie-dye.

*She stretches her legs out propping her feet up on the coffee table, and continues munching. And humming.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He is Horrified*

Oh, Jesus.

[clumsy_auror]

*She smiles sweetly.*

Hmmm?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Tie-dye is Crowley's doing. I'm dead certain.

[clumsy_auror]

Ohhh, d'you think? If it is I'll have to thank him. So pretty.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Wordless horror.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She feigns surprise.*

Oh, not a fan? Good thing you haven't looked in your sock drawer yet tonight, then.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...You're pure evil.

[clumsy_auror]

I'll admit I have my moments.

*Nymphadora smirks and then leans over to kiss his cheek.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He turns his head at the last moment to kiss her lips.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She snickers against his lips and kisses him back for a long moment.*

Don't worry. I promise not to magically alter any of your clothes without checking first. Maybe.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard brushes his lips over her cheek and presses a kiss to the corner of her eye.*

Well.

I hardly expect you to alter the color.

I know you like the black.

[clumsy_auror]

Mmmmyes I do. Very...

*She lightly kisses his cheek.*

...sexy.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard looks at the book in his hand and the toasties in hers consideringly. Then he takes the plate out of her hand and sets it on the table.

The book lands across the room.

Neither of them notices.*