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[clumsy_auror]

The door to Sunny's room is slightly ajar, and Nymphadora pauses in front of it for a moment before knocking.

"Sunny? Can I come in, sweetpea?"

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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh," from under the bed.

She is drawing again.

It's her Office now, she has decided.

Jemma, in tiny brown doll coat, and armed with what was once meant to be a dolly hairdryer, and is now a (purple, plastic) dolly gun, guards the entrance.

[clumsy_auror]

Dora steps into the room, pushing the door mostly shut behind her. "'Lo, Jemma. Sunny, are you making good progress on the picture? It looked nice earlier."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She sticks her head out.

"Can't make puwple wif yellow an' gween."

She sounds properly perturbed over this fact.

[clumsy_auror]

"...True, I'm afraid."

Dora settles herself on the floor next to Jemma, tucking her hair behind her ears.

"Red and blue works, though."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She sighs, and flops her head onto the floor next to her mum.

"Fwustwatin'."

[clumsy_auror]

"I know. Lots of things are like that, aren't they?" Dora reaches over and smooths down Sunny's hair, which is a little sticky-uppy from being in her Office. "But you're very good at dealing with frustrating things, I'm proud to say."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She beams a little. "Talented."

[clumsy_auror]

Matter-of-factly: "Well, of course. You're Sunny."

Dora's fond smile fades after a moment, and she takes a deep breath.

"So I think we should talk about Roland."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"...Office needs dustin'." Avoidance.

[clumsy_auror]

"A little dust won't hurt you. And besides, you know how much your dad likes to vacuum. We can't take his fun away from him, now can we?"

She pats her leg. "Wanna come sit?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She does so, silently, and cuddles against Dora.

[clumsy_auror]

With a small sigh, Dora presses her cheek to Sunny's hair and rocks her for a few moments.

"So, you know Roland left."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh. Gonna kick 'im inna shin inna bettew place."

[clumsy_auror]

She can't help but laugh at that. "Well, I'm sure he'd welcome the shin-kicking."

A pause, as she sorts out what she's trying to say.

"I know... I know it seems like a lot of people leave you."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh." Unhappily.

[clumsy_auror]

Her arms tighten around Sunny, just a little. "But there's something important you have to remember, Sunshine: he didn't leave you specifically, or anyone else. He had to go do something. His life's work."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Wanted him hewe."

[clumsy_auror]

"I know." She looks at the wall, over Sunny's bed, and sees the picture of her whole family. Biological or otherwise. "And I know it isn't fun, or fair. But he had to go."

She's quiet for a moment, and then she reaches into her back pocket, and pulls out an envelope.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Don't 'ike it."

She looks at the envelope curiously.

[clumsy_auror]

"This," she says, turning it over in her hands in front of Sunny, "is from Roland. And it's for you. Would you like me to read it?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Sunny wead."

She takes it and opens it and studies it very carefully.

"Sunny no fo'get."

And then she turns back to Dora and buries her face into her mother's neck and cries.

But it's good crying.

[clumsy_auror]

Dora doesn't shush her. She knows it's best to let it all out.

"I know, sweetheart. It's okay."

She rocks her again, back and forth, her arms warm and strong.

"I'm here."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny clings.

"Haf family. Is okay. Haf family."

Dearest Children, Since we have been abroad we have missed you all so much. Certain events have compelled us to extend our travels. One day, where you're older, you will learn all about the people we've befriended, and the dangers we have faced. At times the world can seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe us when we say there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events, may, in-fact be the first steps of a journey.