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[clumsy_auror]

'Dora's starting to idly wonder why Aziraphael invited Sunny and Anthony to the bookshop for the day. They'd been having fun, she feels, though she had forgotten to give Sunny her bath last night.

The thought is starting to worry her, a tiny bit. More than a tiny bit, even.

But she's still quite enjoying the lengthy spate of kissing she's engaged in with her husband on the sofa.

Thoughtfully, against Bernard's cheek, "...Have you thought of anything we can bribe Bar with, yet?"

Stupid Bar. Cutting off their chocolate.

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"Yes, Bernard, they've been with the angel for about a day and a half, now, oh sod a sodding dog--"

Suddenly she's leaping out of bed again, pulling on her shoes, scrambling for her wand.

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Bernard sits up, blinking rapidly.

Calculating.

Calculating.

Wheeeeeeels turning.

"Well. We can't get a nap in first?"

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'Dora's half out the door when she turns back and hauls him out of bed by the collar.

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"FUCK I'm coming! Jesus fuck!"

He's sprawled on the floor, and pulling his boots on. "God."

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It takes a few minutes, but eventually Nymphadora and Bernard stumble out the bar door into London.

They don't look like much, with their red eyes and drawn expressions.

But they do look like parents.

Thank God.