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Not exactly your typical Friday night in the Tonks-Wrangle household. Generally Nymphadora puts aside work on such nights in favor of socialising in the bar, or spending time with her family, but tonight there was a report that had been mocking her silently all week. It had to be done come Monday, hell or high water.

So this, perhaps, explains the clutter spread out over the entirety of the dining room table -- including papers, quills, ink pots, empty plates with crumbs on, and half-full teacups -- and the woman bent sullenly over it all.

Date: 2006-10-07 04:47 pm (UTC)
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Aziraphael has picked up the paper bag he left just inside the front door earler, and the newspaper is tucked back under his arm again, so it's with some carefully juggling that he eventually manages to rap his knuckles lightly on the open door.

Date: 2006-10-07 04:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Oh," Aziraphael says, when he sees quite how surrounded she is. "I'm terribly sorry, dearest, I didn't mean to interrupt."

Of course, he's making no move to leave. In fact, in shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he's actually edging his way very slowly into the room.

He really has missed her.

Date: 2006-10-07 05:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He presses his mouth to her hair and hugs her tightly back, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. And possibly blinking just a little more rapidly than usual.

Date: 2006-10-07 05:26 pm (UTC)
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"Of course I came back," he says with a sniff that almost passes for offended. "Did you think for a minute I wouldn't?"

Date: 2006-10-07 05:52 pm (UTC)
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Aziraphael squeaks and turns a quite violent shade of pink.

"'Dora, really. Whatever would your husband think?"

Date: 2006-10-07 05:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

"I'm thinking I need a camera."

Anthony yawns, and then reaches for Mummy.

Date: 2006-10-07 06:00 pm (UTC)
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He looks a little dazed, really, as he sets himself down and places the paper bag carefully beside him.

He'd forgotten quite how comfortable this sofa was and he sinks back into it, beaming up at 'Dora when she hands him a cup of tea.


Date: 2006-10-07 06:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Bernard sprawls in the armchair and accepts a place of cookies, setting it on the table.

"Sunny in bed?"

Date: 2006-10-07 06:25 pm (UTC)
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"Which reminds me, as a matter of fact. I have some - slightly belated, admittedly - gifts. Thought I ought to get started on buying my way back into people's affections, you know."

Date: 2006-10-07 06:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Bernard stretches in his chair, working out a few kinks in his lower back. He has those, now.

"Well, you know. We only like people for the stuff they bring us. Personality is never a factor."

Date: 2006-10-07 06:33 pm (UTC)
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"Just as it should be."

He rummages in his bag and pulls something out.

"Please excuse my not having wrapped it, my dear. I was rather eager to come home."

It's a large sketchbook, leatherbound and handsome.

The first anniversary's paper, you see.

Date: 2006-10-07 06:35 pm (UTC)
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Bernard just lights up.

"Oh. Oh, angel. This is too much."

You'll notice he takes it anyway.

Date: 2006-10-07 06:41 pm (UTC)
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"Don't be ridiculous." He waves one hand dismissively at Bernard while the other ferrets out 'Dora's present. "It was really the least I could do, considering how callously I wandered off into the wild blue yonder."

He looks up at them both when he's handed his gift across, looking rather sheepish.

"I am sorry, you know."

Date: 2006-10-07 06:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He places his hand on top of hers and squeezes lightly before bending to rummage in his bag again before extracting a package of paper of every colour and texture under the sun.

"For Sunshine," he informs 'Dora as he hands it over, "and for Anthony," as he passes Bernard a line of beautifully decorated paper cranes, hung vertically from almost invisible thread. Considering the journey he's made they really ought to be thoroughly crushed, but what's a little miracle between friends?

Date: 2006-10-07 07:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Anthony's been taking it all in sleepily, but then the paper cranes pass through his line of sight.


He stretches out one dribbly hand. "Uhn!"

"I don't think so, Monkey. Not tonight," Bernard replies, standing. "I'll hang these above his crib where he can't muss them."

He walks out, holding the dainty string up to catch the light.

Date: 2006-10-07 07:08 pm (UTC)
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"I - I think I have rather a lot to make up for."

He looks rather more serious, now.

"How was Bernard's recovery?"

Date: 2006-10-07 07:36 pm (UTC)
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He winces - "I'm sorry. But - he's recovered now, I take it? He seems well enough."

Date: 2006-10-07 07:46 pm (UTC)
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"I should have - if he needs anything else don't let him be stoic about it, understood? I'm yours to command, entirely."

Date: 2006-10-07 07:59 pm (UTC)
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"You're sure he's not just angling for a massage? Because I rather think that would be more welcome coming from you, you know..."

Date: 2006-10-08 12:46 am (UTC)
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He nudges her back (although it's rather more, if he's honest, of a lean).

"I'll do what I can, of course."

Date: 2006-10-08 01:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He slides his arm around her shoulders and settles himself comfortably - more comfortably, perhaps, than he has been in months.

"Yes." And he almost sounds surprised to say it. "I am. I feel rather better having spoken to Crowley, of course; I'd ask you to remind me of that next time I take it into my head to go haring off, only I rather think I would have been less capable of rational conversation with him without the time to reflect."

Date: 2006-10-08 01:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I don't think he'd ever blame you for that." He smiles lopsidedly, tired enough that attempting anything more seems like impossible effort. "He seemed to be waiting for me to hand down some final judgement, to dismiss him entirely; as if such a thing were possible."

Date: 2006-10-08 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aziraphael sighs, managing slightly more of a smile in any case.

"Believe me, dearest, when I say that I know what you mean."

Date: 2006-10-08 01:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Bernard's already offered, and yes. Thank you very much, I'd be delighted."

He squeezes her a little. He's missed his family.

Date: 2006-10-08 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aziraphael stands, and leans in to kiss her cheek before following her out of the room.

It's good to be home.


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