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[clumsy_auror]

The first week of the year is often a bit of a let-down. In this case, however, the Tonks-Wrangle flat is filled with a sort of nervous excitement.

Could be any day now, really.

Or at least, they hope so.

But whilst they play the waiting game, they'd welcome visitors.

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[flybywash]

Pause.

"I...think mine did too. Somewhere. Back there. Uh."

He makes a vague handwaving motion over his left shoulder.

[clumsy_auror]

Tonks is still smirking.

"Oh! Then that must mean I win."

[flybywash]

"Uh-huh. Yours is a decisive and all-consuming victory." Solemn, if still blinking.

He shakes himself out of it and finishes off his coffee, setting the mug down on the table. A smile, directed at both of them.

"And now I think I'm going to hang my head and do the loser's retreat back home."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard sighs, still kind of preoccupied by Warrior Woman Slash um. Stuff.

"Well, don't be a stranger."

[flybywash]

"I won't." He gathers up his crutches and works his way to his feet. "Wăn ān. And -- " a quick, darting glance to Tonks's stomach, "good luck. Lots of good luck. My offer as babysitting volunteer number eight hundred and twelve still stands."

[clumsy_auror]

"Well, we like you," she replies, grinning, "So we'll bump you up on the list. For practice, like."

A quick hug. "Thanks, Wash. See you soon."

[flybywash]

"Bye, you two."

He returns the hug to the best of his ability, waves, and heads for the door.