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[clumsy_auror]

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

He knows her too well.

[clumsy_auror]

"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.

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"...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.