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[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora stands at the dining room table, digging through her bag. "Wand," she mutters, "shopping list, snack and juice for Sunny, wallet... yes. We're set." Then she raises her voice. "Sunshine! Are you ready to go?"

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[clumsy_auror]

"Okay, well, not yet, but I think we'll go look at them anyway. All right?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sulkily, "Kay."

[clumsy_auror]

"Don't be like that, Sunny. This is as much for Anthony as it is for you. You can walk a lot, because you're a big girl, but he won't be able to for a long while."

After a few wrong turns, the baby department is found, and she examines a few of the options. "Sorry, lovely. Don't seem to come in pink."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Magic it," immediately.

[clumsy_auror]

Dora fights the very strong urge to cringe, and instead grinds out a nervous laugh, as a few other customers look 'round. "Yes, wouldn't that be funny? Such an imagination."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Blank, blank stare.

"...Pink-a-mowa?" she hazards.

[clumsy_auror]

She bends close to whisper in Sunny's ear. "We'll talk about it later, I promise."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Kay," she sighs.

It was a GOOD idea.

She also may be muttering "Pink-a-mowa!" and thwapping objects.

Just to see if it works.

It might.

[clumsy_auror]

Merlin help us all if it does.

"See, really," says Dora, as she inspects a two-seated pram, "this'll be like your carriage! One fit for a queen, like."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"No c'vinsed," suspiciously.

...God in Heaven and all His saints and angels, no.

[clumsy_auror]

"Well, you understand I do have to try." Dora grins at Sunny, and then goes back to looking at a rather nice model. Two seats -- grey-green, not pink, say sorry -- and plenty of room for bags. "Oooh. I like this one."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She peers at it as if it's a classic car, and she's a man approaching a midlife crisis.

"...Maybe wif wings."

[clumsy_auror]

"Wings, we'll discuss later. Hmm. Wonder if they'd put it together for me?"

As it turns out, they will, and soon Nymphadora is the proud owner of a two-seated stroller, which is currently holding more shopping bags than actual children, per se.

Yeah, this whole mum thing is really sinking in.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Soon she'll be baking cookies and vacuuming in pearls.






Or not.

Sunny is still showing random people her New Shoes.

[clumsy_auror]

"Time for a break, I think," says Dora. "I did promise you ice cream."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Aaah, sugar!

Sunny BOUNCES.

"Choc'lat!"

[clumsy_auror]

"Sounds grand." The two of them, mit stroller, make their way back out into the afternoon sunshine, and go in search of an ice cream shop. One is found, and ice cream is gotten -- though Dora is disappointed because, being Muggle, they do not have pumpkin. Woe.

They sit at one of the cafe's outdoor tables, watching the world go by as they eat. "Pretty nice place, huh? Course, you've been to London before."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Saw ducks."

[clumsy_auror]

A beam. "Yes, you did. And they're brilliant altogether, I --"

Nymphadora goes suddenly still, and puts her arm across Sunny's chest.

They're being watched.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny is unaware.

And babbling about ducks.

[clumsy_auror]

From the corner of a building, a balding, overweight man -- wizard, to be precise -- jumps out holding a camera. He lifts it to snap a photo of Nymphadora and Sunny.

...Until, of course, Nymphadora's fist connects with his jaw.

She has a nasty right hook. Just ask Crowley.

"Bugger!" the man yells, jumping away and dropping his camera.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Bad wowd!" Sunny scolds.

[clumsy_auror]

Furious, Nymphadora grabs hold of his shoulders and pushes him up against the brick wall. People are starting to stare. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"What d'you think?" he splutters, trying to get away. "You with a little one, after this week's papers, that'll sell, that will--"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny considers.

Ice cream...Dora...

Family wins out, and she slugs the dripping cone at the Bad Man.

"No fuck wif family, dumbass."

[clumsy_auror]

Sunny, as we know, has Good Aim.

We hope the man likes chocolate, as he now has a face full.

The photographer hollers in surprise and tries to get away again, but Nymphadora isn't quite finished. "You listen to me," she says, very slowly and very carefully. "You will stay away from my family and I. You and the rest of that rag you call a newspaper. Do you understand me?"

Wide-eyed, the man nods unsteadily.