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[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora's sitting at the dining room table, a much-diminished stack of files in front of her.

She's been back at work in the afternoons since Monday.

From the looks of things, she's less than happy about this.*

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*Bernard sprawls in a chair at the head of the table and eyes the case files warily.

The work had really piled up while she was gone.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She sits back down and bends over the parchment for a few more moments, biting her lip in concentration as she scribbles.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*After a minute, Bernard slumps on the table, chin pillowed on his hands, and just watches.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Glancing up, she smiles a little before going back to her work.*

Almost done, love. Just want to finish this last one.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He shrugs*

No rush.

[clumsy_auror]

*Another minute or so, and she finishes with a flourish, closing the file with satisfaction.*

There. All yours.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard smiles.*

That was quite a pile.

[clumsy_auror]

I know; how dare Kingsley not do my entire workload along with his?

*Grinning, Nymphadora gets up, stretches, and walks around to Bernard's chair, settling herself in his lap and draping an arm around his neck.*

Hi.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Hi.

*Bernard rests his head against her collarbone, arms slipping around her waist.

He sighs, mostly contentedly.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She twines her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and kisses his forehead.*

You okay, sweetheart?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Mm-hmm.

*He lifts his head, smiling, and there's no sign that anything is wrong, at all.

Because there shouldn't be and he knows it.*

Did you have a good day at work?

[clumsy_auror]

Yeah. I'm glad I'm just doing half-days this week, though. It's hard getting back in the swing... and also I miss you two. Quite a lot.

*She kisses him lightly on the lips.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Another sigh. His hand strokes her waist lightly.*

We miss you, too.

[clumsy_auror]

*a small smile*

Makes coming home at the end of the day all the nicer, though.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A genuine smile at that.*

I agree. About welcoming you home, I mean.

*He bites his lip and grins.*

Maybe I'll expend some extra effort someday and get flowers.

[clumsy_auror]

*She nods sagely.*

An angel, demon, and small purple god have already left you in the dust, there. Best catch up.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, then, I might as well not even bother.

[clumsy_auror]

Oh, well, that settles it. Asar-Suti and I are running away to be purple together.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh, my heart is broken. Guess I'll have to take Baldrick up on his offer to examine his yam collection.

*A beat*

I think he was talking about sex...

[clumsy_auror]

...Is that better or worse than any possible alternatives?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Have you had his cooking?!

[clumsy_auror]

Well, no. Bit put off by the spelling, to be honest.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Smart woman.

It's edible about fifty percent of the time.

About twenty percent, it's fantastic.

But, oh. That other fifty percent...

[clumsy_auror]

*gravely*

Well. I'll leave it till after the baby's born, just in case.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I knew I was marrying you for your brains.