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[clumsy_auror]

There's a silencing charm on the study.

Why on earth would there be a silencing charm on the study?

The world may never know.

...Unless someone opens the door.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

And that's just what Bernard does.

"...What."

[clumsy_auror]

She actually... doesn't notice.

The music's pretty loud (who doesn't like Duran Duran, after all?) and she's singing along, bouncing between the bookshelves as she 'reorganises'.

This is a loosely-used term.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard would never, ever refer to any rock music as 'noise.'

However.

Duran Duran rather stretches his idea of rock music.

There is wincing. Synthesizers, eesh.

"What are you doing?" he sort-f shouts above the din, closing the door.

[clumsy_auror]

He surprises her.

Nymphadora jumps, squeaking a bit and dropping the books in her grip. She impatiently waves her hand, and the volume drops by about half.

"What?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He rubs an ear.

"What are you doing?" he repeats, softer.

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh! Reorganising."

The witch gestures vaguely at the floor.

There are Piles.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...



Wah.

"What about my poetry?!"

There is a System.

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh, don't get your knickers in a twist, Bernard. They're all over there, still in order."

Mostly.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Warily, "All right."

He doesn't believe her.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora turns back to the bookshelf in front of her, muttering something under her breath about anal-retentive husbands needing to ease up now and again.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

And he's behind her, arms slipping around her waist, mouth at her neck.

"Am not."

[clumsy_auror]

She snickers; it tickles.

"You kind of are," she informs him. "Have you seen the spice rack?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"I can find things that way," he replies reasonably, kissing her again.

[clumsy_auror]

"Eh, who needs to find things? I prefer the easy way. Accio fennel, and suchlike. Really, it's--"

Thwack.

There is a long pause.

"I didn't mean it!" she calls to the fennel, which is probably feeling a bit ill-used.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He dissolves in giggles.

"It'll never be the same."

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora leans back against him, laughing too, one hand over her eyes.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"So." His arms squeeze tight. "Why are you rearranging the books?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Mum and Dad crated up some of my old books. Thought it'd be a good time to do a bit of clean-up in here."

Her hand smooths along his forearm, nails lightly scratching.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"...You know as soon as you leave I'll re-alphabetize them, right?"

[clumsy_auror]

She cranes her neck back.

That is one mournful look, right there.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He kisses it away.

"Shush."

[clumsy_auror]

"Maybe you'll like my system," she murmurs, turning around in his arms to kiss him properly. "You never know."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Your systems tend to involve piles. Inherently problematic."

Another kiss. He presses her against the bookshelf, smiling.

[clumsy_auror]

"But the piles will, eventually, go back onto the bookshelves," she points out, hooking her thumbs through two of his beltloops.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Haphazardly," kiss, "and in no," kiss, "particular order," kiss, kiss, "according to author, subject," kiss, "or title."

Kiss.

"I know you."