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[clumsy_auror]

Dusk is falling over the lake, and a chill breeze begins to cut through the air. A few of the trees have started to turn, and some leaves have even fallen onto the back porch.

And it is there that Nymphadora is sitting, slumped slightly in one of the deck chairs, fast asleep.

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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Art, Ber'd!" Gleefully.

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh good, you got my good side," she says cheerfully, indicating her belly. "Anthony'll be proud of that one later, I'm sure."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He pitches the camera onto the bed and walks out, sitting in the chair adjacent to Nymphadora's.

"The first of many worrying body-painting incidents in his future, I'm sure."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Gonna make baby blue," solemnly.

"...Maybe puwple."

[clumsy_auror]

She reaches over and loosely twines her fingers in his. They're a little painty.

"Hear that, Anthony? Best come out with a complexion that works well with cool colours."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He lifts her hand to his lips briefly, ignoring the paint.

"Now that you've said that, he'll probably be a redhead."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny's thinking that green would be good, then. Like Christmas!

Yes.

Green.

She grins, and throws herself at Ber'd, paint-covered hands wrapping about his legs. "Gweat Art!"

[clumsy_auror]

Dora snickers. Because really, if she has to be painty, everybody should be painty.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Well, normally I only ever wear black, but I think, for you, I'll make an exception."

He leans forward conspiratorially. "Just don't let it get out. It would cause a scandal."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Hula skiwt!"

[clumsy_auror]

"Well you do look good in a kilt, sweetheart."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Shhhhh, not in front of the children, dear."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Aloha-OY," she sings, and attempts to boogie.

Much like Fleur, at a certain stag party.

[clumsy_auror]

The boogie-ing spreads more paint.

Thank Merlin it's all washable.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

There are no words.

There is only WTF.

Also, laughing.

"Sweetheart, that's just beautiful. Ballerina in no time."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Gonna be just 'ike Fluw."

[clumsy_auror]

"...Like who now?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, holy shit.

"Erk."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She blinks at her mum. "Fluw."

[clumsy_auror]

"...Being like her in the sense that she's a lovely, kind person, or in the sense that she breaks the no-naked rule a lot?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"...Or that, um. She's blonde?"

Yeah, he's trying here.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Gonna dance 'ike Fluw atta pawty!" And then her eyes light up. "Can bweak no-naked wule?"

[clumsy_auror]

Dora's eyes go as wide as dinner plates.

"What?"

Because. So much brain hurty.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Uh."

He doesn't know whether to laugh or flee.

"Haha. Uh. Sunny, did Crowley tell you about my bachelor party?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She blinks at him now. "Was there."