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Sep. 17th, 2005 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_auror"I'm not gonna let some idiot reporter dictate my life." Nymphadora sighed and leaned against the doorframe of the study, arms crossed.
Bernard sat back in his chair, his hands folded behind his head. "So don't let them. Go do your shopping."
"Okay." She bit her thumbnail. "Just don't wanna be taking silly chances, you know?"
"You're not taking silly chances." Pushing away from the desk, Bernard stood and walked over to stand in front of his wife, running his hand slowly up and down her arm. "You'll have your wand, and there'll be lots of people. If you start to feel like you're being watched or followed, just come home. You don't have to talk to any reporters. Easy as that."
A tiny smile. "Okay." Nymphadora rested her hand against his chest and leaned up to kiss him briefly. "Think I'll leave Sunny at home, though. No sense in subjecting her to that."
He nodded and smoothed his hand over her hair. "All right. See you later, sweetheart."
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Diagon Alley was as crowded as ever, but Nymphadora preferred it that way. Much easier to slip away unnoticed. But, by the same token, also difficult to keep tabs on anyone who might be following you.
She stopped in front of Flourish & Blotts to examine her list; she'd found nearly everything they needed. "Owl treats," the witch muttered under her breath, and set off in the direction of Eeylops Owl Emporium, pausing by the stationary shop to peer in at the new fancy parchment.
But as she stood by the window, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned her head towards it -- just in time to see a flashbulb pop in her direction. "What--" Her features contorting angrily, Nymphadora raised her hand to try and shield herself from the camera, but the second she stepped closer, the photographer Disapparated.
Swearing violently, Nymphadora turned on her heel and stalked off in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron.
Bernard sat back in his chair, his hands folded behind his head. "So don't let them. Go do your shopping."
"Okay." She bit her thumbnail. "Just don't wanna be taking silly chances, you know?"
"You're not taking silly chances." Pushing away from the desk, Bernard stood and walked over to stand in front of his wife, running his hand slowly up and down her arm. "You'll have your wand, and there'll be lots of people. If you start to feel like you're being watched or followed, just come home. You don't have to talk to any reporters. Easy as that."
A tiny smile. "Okay." Nymphadora rested her hand against his chest and leaned up to kiss him briefly. "Think I'll leave Sunny at home, though. No sense in subjecting her to that."
He nodded and smoothed his hand over her hair. "All right. See you later, sweetheart."
Diagon Alley was as crowded as ever, but Nymphadora preferred it that way. Much easier to slip away unnoticed. But, by the same token, also difficult to keep tabs on anyone who might be following you.
She stopped in front of Flourish & Blotts to examine her list; she'd found nearly everything they needed. "Owl treats," the witch muttered under her breath, and set off in the direction of Eeylops Owl Emporium, pausing by the stationary shop to peer in at the new fancy parchment.
But as she stood by the window, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned her head towards it -- just in time to see a flashbulb pop in her direction. "What--" Her features contorting angrily, Nymphadora raised her hand to try and shield herself from the camera, but the second she stepped closer, the photographer Disapparated.
Swearing violently, Nymphadora turned on her heel and stalked off in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron.
