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[clumsy_auror]

"Bernard, it'll be fine. I Apparated Crowley home from Iraq that one time, didn't I?"

Nymphadora raises an eyebrow at her husband, expectant.

Down at the alley's opening, the traffic of Charing Cross Road whizzes merrily by, and the sidewalks are filled with people out soaking up the bright afternoon sunshine.

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It's as good a declaration of love and appreciation as any. Maybe even better than most.

Bernard kisses her back, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"You're welcome. There's always more stuff where that stuff came from."

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She beams, pleased he understands, and then nestles down beside him again. "Good. 'S the plan." A massive yawn.

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Bernard pulls the covers up just a bit, and rubs her back slowly, beginning to drift off, himself.

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Dimly, as Nymphadora drifts off to sleep, she recognizes that tomorrow the real world will return. And that'll mean good things, like kids and friends and home, and it'll also mean -- it'll mean the Ministry, and the War, and Merlin knows what else.

But not for always.

Sighing a little, she tightens her arm around Bernard, protectively, and falls asleep.

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The tightening of her arm nearly wakes Bernard; but he's too tired and too tipsy to register it as anything more than her usual sleepy cling. He smiles and drops a kiss on her cheek, drifting again, with the scent of her hair in his nose, and the sound of the ocean in his ears.