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[clumsy_auror]

It's quiet, for once, as the early evening sun slants through the curtains. Bernard and Sunny are outside, taking advantage of the warmth to read companionably on the porch.

Nymphadora has her work spread out on the dining room table, and Anthony's fast asleep in his playpen in the corner.

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[iopenthings]

"I know. Tom's terribly worried. I'm sorry things are so bad right now."

[clumsy_auror]

Her grateful smile fades. "Yeah, well. Me too. But it is what it is. The war can't last forever."

Well. It could.

But Nymphadora won't let it.

[iopenthings]

"No, it can't," Door says, quietly.

She sips her tea. Feuds, clashes, violence, murder... She's grown up surrounded by such things in the Underside. This fact doesn't make it easier.

"I was wondering if perhaps we might all have a picnic sometime soon, out by the lake. The children get along so well, and it would be- it would be lovely to spend some time altogether. Tom considers you his family, and I do as well, even if I've not been around much. If you aren't busy, that is."

[clumsy_auror]

And at that, she smiles. "That'd be lovely, really. And when aren't we all busy? We'll make the time."

[iopenthings]

"We shall. I'll make certain of it. Would I be in the way if I stayed a bit longer? Just to, well, to hang out? Catch up on gossip?"

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora cuffs Door's arm lightly. "Don't be stupid, you're not in the way. C'mon, you can come along for the wonderful spectacle that is nappy-changing."

Chattering merrily, the two women walk down the hall to Anthony's room, the baby snug in Nymphadora's arms.