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[clumsy_auror]

It hadn't been much, really.

The interrogation room was tense, as usual, and Allbright had been in there with Chambers for nearly three hours. When Tonks opened the door, the Death Eater looked up at her, his green eyes sharp and all too calculating.

The Auror gave a short nod to her superior, and took the chair beside him, sliding a file folder onto the table.

"Chambers," she began, her voice even, professional. "I have here a record of incidents that we've traced back to your wand." Her grey eyes leveled on his. "Not the least of which is last Thursday's attack in Leeds."

Chambers quirked an eyebrow, his gaze bordering on insolent.

Confident.

But she knew better than to let him get a rise out of her.

On and on it went, she and Allbright trading off, Chambers' infrequent responses brief and unproductive.

Finally, the two Aurors exchanged a glance, and both stood. "Right. Auror Tonks is going to stay here with you whilst I go fetch the guard to escort you down to the holding cells. We'll see how talkative you're feeling tomorrow, eh?" Allbright gave the young woman at his side a short nod, and stepped out into the corridor.

After the click of the door, silence.

She preferred it that way, really. Meant she wouldn't say something that--

Crack.

A Stinging Hex? The bastard did a wandless-- she thought wildly, blanching at the pain of the deep cut across her cheek and pulling out her wand.

He tried to stand and break his bindings but she was fast, fast as lightning, new ropes snaking out of the end of her wand, the force of the spell slamming him to the far wall.

Alarms sounded half a second later, and half a dozen Aurors poured inside.

"Fuck," she muttered, wiping the oozing wound with the back of her hand, wand still trained on him. "Fuck."

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Not too very much later, the door to the flat opens.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Anyone who didn't know Bernard well wouldn't notice the way his face changes. He doesn't move, but there's a sense of pulling back in his eyes, in the set of his mouth.

He's been found out.

"Well. I knew what I was signing up for."

[clumsy_auror]

"Sure you did."

Her gaze drifts to Anthony's sock, which is in danger of falling off before she adjusts it, and then back her husband's face.

She'd really wanted to be wrong, about this.

But she knows she's not.

"Doesn't really make much of a difference, though."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Well. I miss you and Sunny. And... the way of Anthony's schedule means that I'm still trying to figure out how to work bar business into my day."

[clumsy_auror]

A slow nod.

"And I miss you, too, but I realise there's a lot at work to keep me distracted from thoughts like that. And you don't have that, quite as much."

'Dora stretches out on the rug in front of him, propping her head up on her hand, and gazes up at him frankly.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Quietly, "I will. Just gotta get a balance, is all." He's playing with Anthony's hands, patting them together gently. Anthony goes, :O!

[clumsy_auror]

She can't help but smile, just a bit, at the baby's expression.

"And d'you think that'll happen naturally, or is there something we ought to be doing to help tip the scales?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

A snort.

"Like what?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Dunno," 'Dora replies honestly. "And we don't have to come up with a magic plan tonight, really. Just wanted to ask."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Another shrug.

"Gimme some time to settle into a routine. No point in solving a problem if the problem'll go away on its own."

[clumsy_auror]

"True."

She reaches over and runs a warm hand along the top of his thigh.

"Still the best bloody part of my day, coming home to you."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

A flush stains his cheek briefly, and he finally manages a wry smile. "Mine, too. 'Cept when you come home hurt."

[clumsy_auror]

"Ahhh, but see," she replies, her tone warm and just a little teasing, "these are the days I actually let you look after me properly."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

That startles a laugh out of Bernard, and he looks from her to the baby and back.

"Well, kid." He shifts Anthony to lie on the rug for a moment. "Looks like I'm giving you up for a hot piece of ass."

And he kisses her.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora's snickering, too, but manages to kiss him well enough just the same.

Anthony, for his part, is perfectly content to lie on the rug and kick his feet in the air. (He has only recently discovered that said feet were attached to him. And what a joyful discovery it was.)

"'Sides," she murmurs a moment later, a smile still in her voice, "I can't let you have all the really cool scars. Even if this one only sticks around tonight, it means I get to be in The Club."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Gasp! "We should take pictures! I can call you Scarface!" Sometimes, Bernard can really be an asshole.

Unbeknownst to his parents, Anthony gets a little bored with the foot-kicking. He gets a little bored with his position on the rug, too. There is wriggling, of the side-to-side variety.

[clumsy_auror]

An affronted look. "I am so much prettier than wossname. Al Pacino."

Then movement catches the corner of her eye.

"Oi... where d'you think you're going, little man?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Anthony cranes his head to look at Mummy. She's all upside-down, though. This is a quandary. Suddenly, in a confluence of muscular prowess and effort, Anthony flips over onto his stomach. He's so surprised that he sneezes.

Bernard beams. "Well. See? Said you could."

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh! Bless you! And also, well done!"

Grinning madly, 'Dora reaches for the baby and hoists him into the air above her, bringing him down a moment later to kiss his soft cheek.

Anthony is Bemused.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard is snickering.

"He is so confused right now."

[clumsy_auror]

A soft raspberry against Anthony's cheek, which provokes a giggle.

"It's okay. He'll live. He's happy."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"'Course he is," Bernard replies, slipping an arm around her waist. "He's got the world at his feet at this point."

[clumsy_auror]

"Yeah, he does."

'Dora turns her head to smile at her husband, now, and kisses him softly.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard grins against her mouth, deepening the kiss just a bit, until Anthony's hand flails against both their cheeks. He pulls back a bit, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, are we feeling neglected?"

He takes Anthony from 'Dora and zerberts the baby's neck, prompting a shout and a good hair tug. "You know, I long for the day when he can express affection in ways that don't hurt me."

[clumsy_auror]

"You'll be waiting a while, then," she replies cheerily, and picks herself up off the floor. "Reckon we ought to go get Sunshine up, too -- otherwise she'll never sleep tonight."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Right. I'll get her up." He stands, too, shifting Anthony from one arm to the other. "And you can start the veggies."