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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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*He settles against her more securely, his face buried in her neck. He's half on top of her, and neither of them minds one bit.

He smiles.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Her fingertips are still trailing up and down his spine as she drifts off, a smile on her face.*