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[clumsy_auror]

*Sunny's in bed, and the sun's still out -- just barely -- and Nymphadora has reading to do for work. So she gathers up a blanket, her wand, and a stack of files and takes everything outside, stepping off the porch to a secluded stretch of lakeshore in view of the flat.

The witch spreads out the blanket and stretches out on her side, and is soon absorbed in her reading.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard wanders outside, dishes put away, and sits beside her.*

Hey.

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora grins up at him, squinting against the setting sun.*

Hi. Thanks for letting me off the hook, I've got lots done.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well, don't expect it'll become a regular thing.

*A teasing grin.*

I can't do the hausfrau thing all the time, you know.

[clumsy_auror]

'Course not. Nor should you have to.

*Flipping the top-most folder closed, she yawns and stretches out, her head on her arm, just looking at him.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And he looks back, remarkably content, then lays on his back, looking up at the pink-tipped clouds.*

D'you suppose the weather's like this in Scotland?

[clumsy_auror]

*she snickers*

According to the Prophet, it's been pissing it down for two days with no sign of let-up till Wednesday.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A short laugh*

Christ.

You know, it completely does not rain enough here, and yet the grass is green all the time.

It's freaky.

[clumsy_auror]

Well.

*With a vague wave of her hand, a clump of asters sprouts from the grass alongside the blanket, bursting into bloom.*

Magic.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard grins delightedly, and then affects a pout.*

Baby, you never bring me flowers anymore.

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora plucks one of the flowers and leans over, tucking it behind his ear.

It's pink, and clashes beautifully with his hair.*

And did you ever appreciate it when I did? Honestly.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well.

*There is sulking.*

They weren't pink enough.

[clumsy_auror]

*And now the flowers are neon pink.

And flashing on and off.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Perfect.

Just what I always wanted.

*He's so full of shit.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She grins and plucks the flower out from behind his ear; it dissolves in her hand, leaving a shimmering ghost of itself behind for a few moments.*

Liar.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well, yes.

[clumsy_auror]

*Still smiling, Nymphadora scootches closer, resting her head against his middle.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard grins up at the sky and begins to slowly card his fingers through her hair.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Sighing happily, she's quiet for a long moment.*



Did I tell you Mum and I found a dress yesterday?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His hand pauses.*

Really?

[clumsy_auror]

Yup. I like it. Feels nice on. Think it's the one I'll get.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard bites his lip and focuses on the clouds overhead again.*

What's it like?

[clumsy_auror]

Pretty simple, really. Sort of a creamy satin, straight to the floor. Does a sort of a... thing, at the neck.

*She guestures to indicate a somewhat low, vaguely squared neckline.*

Kind of off the shoulders, a little.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A smile*

Sounds pretty.

[clumsy_auror]

It is. Not fussy, just nice.

*Her hand slides over his where it rests on her stomach.*

So yeah. There's that done.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Good.

*He twists a long lock of hair around his finger.*

Can't wait to see it. See you in it, I mean.