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It's been a hectic couple of days, at the Ministry of Magic. Nymphadora has slowly been excavating her desk from the detritus that accumulated whilst she was gone, which was considerable even though she owled work in from home nearly every day.

Right now all she wants is a cuppa and a biscuit, but it's not quite teatime. Suck it up, Tonks, she tells herself sternly, and scribbles furiously at the report in front of her.

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Laughing, "Oh, shut up. I said leave it up to fate, not tempt it."

Sadface!

"Does that mean I'm not getting laid tonight?"

"Well I didn't say that. All depends on whether your son and daughter see fit to let us conserve some of energy after an evening of playtime, baths, stories, and so forth. And, by the way, bath time is so your turn tonight. I did it two nights in a row and came away soaked both times."

"It's kind of amazing how I stay dry almost every time."

Lies.

"Taking your shirt and trousers off before you leave the bathroom does not count as 'staying dry.'"

"Sure it does! Also? Doing your work for you, there. You're welcome."

"Oh, yes, because your clothing has presented me with such problems in the past."

Then 'Dora catches herself, blinking.

"Well, I mean, aside from a few isolated incidents. Which I solved with magic."

As she speaks she begins gathering up their dishes and stacking them back on the tray. She picks up the last biscuit, solemnly breaks it in two, and gives half to Bernard.

He takes it.

"You nearly strangled me that time. I almost went to Security."

"Well if you'd just unzipped your jumper like you should have, you wouldn't have gotten yourself in that situation, now would you?"

A Ministry house elf scampers over and, in the flash of an eye, whisks their tray off through a swinging door into the kitchens.

'Dora's gaze follows the creature, and then she sighs.

"We should get back."

He sighs, too, and stands.

"What do you want for dinner tonight, baby?"

"Hmmmm." Nymphadora weaves her way through the rabbit warren of tables, her hand automatically reaching back to catch Bernard's. "How 'bout stuffed green peppers? Bit chilly today. Be nice to have some comfort food."

"Sure... No pepper for you, though, right?"

He knows her too well.

"No pepper for me," she agrees. "Just the stuff."

The lifts are their parting of the ways, and one half-filled with Aurors opens before them.

"Going back to the office, Tonks?" a sandy-haired, lanky bloke asks, catching the door before it can close.

"Yeah, cheers Roger-- bye, love. See you in a bit."

Nymphadora kisses Bernard firmly, and then again, before shooting him a swift grin and disappearing into the lift.

"...Bye."

Bernard stands before the closed doors, smiling, for a bit, and then hits the down button.

Time to prod Aron in some productive direction some more. he should be consumed by that, but for the rest of the afternoon, in between ducking behind quick shielding charms and watching things blow up in controlled environments, his mind wanders.

Yeah. At this rate, she'll be pregnant by mid-October.

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