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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]

"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."

[clumsy_auror]

"Size is a perfectly valid mode of organisation," protests 'Dora, distracting him with a kiss of her own. "You've no sense of adventure, is all."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Bullshit." A nip to her lip. "But when I set something on fire and can't remember what'll neutralize that particular combination of flammable chemicals, I'd like to be able to find my reference texts."

[clumsy_auror]

"...Well, you've got me with logic, there," she relents.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"...Not that that ever happens."

Right.

[clumsy_auror]

"No. Never."

Shifty.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He smiles and leans forward, reasting his head on her shoulder.

Just being there.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora takes a long breath and rubs his back.

"How're the babies?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Sunny is running around the bar in her jammies like a ragamuffin, and Anthony was blinking sleepily in his bassinette, and poking at his Piglet-doll curiously." A long sigh to match hers. "He's such a happy kid."

[clumsy_auror]

"He is."

She kisses his neck lightly.

"Not a care in the world."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"...Unless his food's late because someone was napping a little too long."

[clumsy_auror]

"...You could've woken me!"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He pulls her closer, tenderly.

"Yes, well. You were tired."

[clumsy_auror]

Her arms twine around his neck, and she eyes the sofa consideringly.

"Mmm. Seems like I always am, these days."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard eyes the sofa as well.

And then he eyes the Piles of Books.

He sighs, "Come on," and takes her hand, leading her to the leather couch by the fireplace.

[clumsy_auror]

She follows, waving her wand to turn the music to something more Bernard-friendly and open the door.

Because you never know when the bracelets might not work, right? Right.

Then she proceeds to trip over one of the piles, and lands on the hearth rug.

"...Ow."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"See?! See what happens when you leave piles on the floor?!" Bernard complains, helping her up.

"...Fuck, I am such a dad."

[clumsy_auror]

Sulkily, Nymphadora picks herself up and plunks down on the couch, curling up with a throw pillow.

"I don't think we can entirely blame the books. It is me, after all."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"You're not nearly as clumsy as you were," he counters, flopping down and wrapping long limbs around her. "But when you make the study an obstacle course--"

[clumsy_auror]

"I know, I know," she grumbles. "Shut up and make yourself useful."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

A kiss to her neck.

"How can I do that?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Mm. That's a pretty good start."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

A raised eyebrow.

"You know, we could probably spend the rest of our lives making out, right here."

A lick to her collarbone.

"Ellie could fetch us food."