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Jun. 27th, 2005 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_auror*A muffled curse sounds from the direction of the closet, and a few moments later Nymphadora emerges, wearing a pear of cropped knit pants, a tank top, and a mournful expression.
She's holding her favourite jeans in her hand.*
She's holding her favourite jeans in her hand.*
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Date: 2005-06-28 05:32 am (UTC)I promised her sugar cookies.
With pink icing.
Pink.
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Date: 2005-06-28 05:34 am (UTC)Suck it up, love, she's got us but good. You'll live.
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Date: 2005-06-28 05:37 am (UTC)Pink icing.
*He stomps out of the bedroom, calling out,*
Rise and shine, minion of evil, the jig is up--
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Date: 2005-06-28 05:38 am (UTC)Maybe today she'll be okay.
One has to hope.*