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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]

The "Shave and a Haircut: Two Bits" knock sounds on their door.

[clumsy_auror]

Tonks, as it happens, has just gotten in herself -- in from a jaunt in Diagon Alley with two friends from the Ministry. She's still a little pink-cheeked from the cold when she opens the door, and beams.

"Wash! Hey! Happy new year, mate. Come in."

[flybywash]

"Hey, Tonks, same to you." He returns the grin and eases himself inside. "Thanks. Did you guys have a good one?"

Some of his attention's drawn to the belly.

Yes, Wash. That's what you have to look forward to in four months.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldilocks tugs the ruffled front of her cardigan (http://pics.livejournal.com/3rdtimelucky/pic/0001ydfy) together and raps three times—quite gently and certainly not over-formally. Then she stands back from the door and casts an idle eye over her fingernails.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace does not come by the front door.

Ace is chasing her doberman, who has claimed Ace's right-hand glover as her Very Own, and is making a break for it.

Where the heck Magic is supposing she'll run to is anyone's guess.

So. Puppy floundering through the snow, getting closer and closer to the Tonks-Wrangle back porch, with a pyro hot on her heels, trying to snatch her glove back.

Feel free to laugh.

[clumsy_auror]

"We had a great one, cheers." She gestures to the sofa. "Get you anything?"

[flybywash]

"N -- well, maybe. Yeah," he decides as he makes his way over to the sofa, eyeing the flat with interest. "You got any coffee?"

He drops onto the couch with a brief clatter as the crutches knock against one another; Wash sets them on the floor and makes himself comfortable.

[clumsy_auror]

"I'm sure we do." With a grin, she ambles into the kitchen, her voice floating out into the living room as she clatters around in the cupboards. "Bernard got a bunch of little packets of fancy coffees in his Christmas stocking -- I think he said something about Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee, this morning. Good stuff, according to him. Take anything in it?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

After a moment's wait, the door opens.

Bernard grins.

"Well. Look what the bears dragged in?"

[flybywash]

"Just sugar, xiexie," he calls back.

A hesitation.

"Bernard ain't around, is he?"

[clumsy_auror]

"He's... somewhere," she replies, returning to the living room and handing Wash a mug of steaming coffee. "Probably out back with Sunny, or something. Want me to find him?"

[flybywash]

Wash offers another small smile as he accepts the coffee. "Can you? It might be good. There's a thing...."

And he trails off, tilts his head, studying her for a moment before making a vague gesture to one of his ears. "Huh. Nice earrings."

[clumsy_auror]

Another beam. "Thanks! Aren't they pretty? They were my Christmas present from Bernard." The witch fingers one of the earrings, and then nods towards the hallway. "I'll go see if I can find him. Back in a sec, help yourself to... whatever." She waves at the myriad of books and magazines on the coffee table, and walks off.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Dryly, "charming. As ever." Her reply is accompanied by a smirk that belies the coolness of her tone. "It would likely be me dragging them though."

More brightly, "belated seasonal greetings."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"And the same to you." Bernard steps aside to let her in, closing the door behind her. "To what do we owe this visit?"

[clumsy_auror]

Tonks happens to glimpse this little tableau through her bedroom doors, and cracks one open. "Oi! Ace! Need a hand?"

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Keeping up appearances? Checking in?" she advances as she enters. "It's been a while since we've had a chat."

[flybywash]

"Thanks, Tonks."

He watches her go. Most of his attention's on the earrings, a thoughtful frown creasing his forehead.

"Huh," he mumbles again. He didn't know that particular jewelry style went back so many years; his grandma owned a pair just like that.

After a second, he shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee, leaning over the table to get a look at the titles.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"All too true." He gestures towards the couch. "Have a seat. Can I get you something?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"...The Heaney's right up your alley," Bernard drawls, striding into the room, his wife shortly behind him. He smiles and sits in the armchair.

"Hey."

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Coffee?"

The hangover of the previous day has dissipated, but she still doesn't think she's quite ready for hard liquor again yet.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Coming right up." He strolls to the kitchen. "Black?"

[flybywash]

Wash hurriedly swallows his current mouthful of coffee and waves, in lieu of an immediate response. "Hey. Sorry I'm dragging you away from, uh, family things."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard shrugs.

"Sunny's perfectly capable of torturing the dog by her lonesome for a minute."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Tonks, hullo, and yes..." She disappears into a drift that is rather deeper than she thought it was. There is floundering.

"Yes please!" One gloved hand and one bare appear first, as Ace slowly clambers to firmer ground.

Magic is having the time of her puppy life, having successfully eluded mum.