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Sunday lunch had been spent with the Tonkses, which was a nice change; it felt good to visit with her parents more often, and Nymphadora hoped that they could do so regularly now that Bernard was unbound.

Following the meal, Ted had gently shunted them out the door, saying that he and Sunny had plans for a cushion fort, and Andromeda and Anthony were hoping for a bit of a lie-down, and that 'Dora and Bernard would be in the way, anyhow, so why don't they go for a bit of a cuppa or an ice cream, or something.

It's one of those long August days, hot but with the promise of a chill towards evening, the death knell of a summer that's been one thing after another. She's quiet as they walk along, aimlessly passing through the streets of her parents' neighborhood.

Date: 2006-08-27 10:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"And so am I." He looks around the quiet park and grins mirthlessly. "It's hard to relax, on the outside."

Date: 2006-08-27 11:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"Yeah. It's weird." He shivers a little in the warm air. "Guess the battle made me jumpy, is all."

Date: 2006-08-27 11:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
He looks over at her, then smiles a little.

"Time was, you'd never go out like this, though."

Date: 2006-08-27 11:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
His arm slips around her again, and he leans his forehead against hers.

"Feels pretty good from over here, too."

Date: 2006-08-28 12:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"No. Not everything." He kisses the tip of her nose.

Date: 2006-08-28 12:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"So we break even, like most times," he grins. "Because there's always something."

Date: 2006-08-28 12:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
His first instinct is to answer in the affirmative; because he needs to.

But Bernard stops. And thinks.

Answers honestly.

"No. Not for a while, at least."

Date: 2006-08-28 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"Maybe you could write him a letter? See if he'll at least tell us where he is?"

Date: 2006-08-28 12:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"All right."

They're quiet together for a moment. Bernard's head slips down to rest on her shoulder.

Date: 2006-08-28 12:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
He kisses her neck once, twice.

"Sure. But I reserve the right to kiss the hell out of you when we get back to the flat."

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