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[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.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard pokes his head in from the porch.*

What?

[clumsy_auror]

Guess I can kiss these good-bye for... a really long while.

*She pitches them on the bed and flops on her back beside them.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*It takes him a minute.*


...Oh.

*He doesn't look that sorry.

After a moment, he walks in and flops beside her, kissing her cheek.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She doesn't really look all that upset now either, truth be told.

Nymphadora tugs her shirt up a bit and runs her hand over the soft swell that's just begun to form.*

It's not too bad, really. Everything's just sort of tight, the past few days.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And his hand's over hers, his face full of wonder.*

Golly.

I swear that wasn't there, like, two days ago.

[clumsy_auror]

*Grinning, Nymphadora looks over at him, loving the expression on his face.*

Well, we're about to hit the big time. Second trimester, baby.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He's grinning and flushed and biting his lip all at once.*

It'll be January before we know it.

[clumsy_auror]

Blimey, I know.

*she wrinkles her nose*

But maternity clothes, ugh. They're all so frilly. I'm having a baby, I don't wanna dress like one.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...So, tulle, after all?

*He knows he's about to get his ass kicked.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Ass smacked, more like.*

Don't remind me. Wizard's robes are bad enough -- when I put those on in about four or five months, it'll look like I rented out a marguee to wear.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He's not laughing.

He's not.

Yes, he is.*

Um.

At least you won't have to buy new?

[clumsy_auror]

Waugh. And they say black is slimming.

Anyway.

*She rolls over onto her side, kissing him lightly on the lips.*

Talked to Roland last night.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard scoots closer, pressing a kiss to her neck.*

Oh?

[clumsy_auror]

Yeah.

*She sifts her fingers through his hair.*

Said some of the Death Eaters had guns.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And just like that, his face shuts down entirely. He pulls back, unable to look her in the eyes.*

I know.

[clumsy_auror]

...You know?

*Propping herself up on one elbow, she looks down at him, eyebrows raised.*

And when, exactly, were you planning to tell this to me?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I--

*He clears his throat, willing his voice not to break.*

I wanted to--

Tim told me, after you went to bed. Saturday night.

[clumsy_auror]

Bernard, this is -- this is my job. That's crucial information.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and I was going to tell you, maybe even today, I dunno, but--

*He looks miserable.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She flops back down on the bed, sighing.*

Why on earth wouldn't you have told me? It's done, it's over, the important thing now is finding out how they got them, and how they learned to use them.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I know how. I know exactly how.

[clumsy_auror]

*She looks over at him again, eyebrows raised, expectant.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

When Malfoy was here in January, Tim betrayed us.

He gave him the idea, gave him, like a fucking book or something, and encouraged him to use the information.

[clumsy_auror]

*she blinks*





But Tim came after me and Bill.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Apparently he's less evil now.