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[clumsy_auror]

Since Bernard returned from visiting Raph, it's been quiet in the Tonks-Wrangle flat. Anthony had a fussy night, and Sunny was grumpy about Bernard's disappearance at bedtime. Nymphadora's tired, which accounts for part of the reason she's quiet; mostly, though, she's waiting for Bernard to talk to her.

That can sometimes take a while.

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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Kay!"

Oh yes.

It's aaaall coming together.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Muah.

"I think I'll be a mad bomber for Halloween. Original, no?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"No," she says, honestly.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora gives a highly un-ladylike snort. "I think I have to agree with our daughter on that one. What about... Zorro? You could still be all in black, then. Ooooh, or Johnny Cash!"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Can't sing," he replies reasonably. "Though I wouldn't even have to change my shirt."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"...BE DREAM!" she yells, delightedly.

HE COULD MATCH HER, THEN.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora's eyes sort of... cross. "Well that could be interesting," she replies cautiously. "Let's let Daddy think about it, yeah? Meanwhile there's Anthony's costume to finish, too."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Still think he should be a monkey."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"He's a monkey every day," Bernard drawls, stretching out on the carpet, "so we give him a tail and we're set."

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"See?"

[clumsy_auror]

A good-natured roll of her eyes. "All right, all right. I'll arrange for a tail, and make sure we've got plenty of bananas on hand. Satisfied?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Yup."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Yup," he echoes, and sighs, staring at the ceiling.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora sighs, too, and leans over to kiss first Sunny and then Bernard on the cheek. "All right. Onwards and upwards, my lovelies. Chores to do. Sunny, did you feed the snakes?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She gasps.

She was brooding and FORGOT, and yells, "NO!" before running off as fast as her feet can take her to tend to this matter.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard bursts out laughing and sits up.

"And what sorts of chores have you devised for me, wife?" He pulls Nymphadora over to him, burying his face... well, somewhere in the vicinity of her cleavage, to be frank.

[clumsy_auror]

It tickles, a bit. "Baby duty," she replies, laughing a bit. "He ought to be up from his nap about now."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

There is grumbling.

"Naaaah."

A kiss to her neck.

"Slipped some bourbon in his... avocado."

[clumsy_auror]

And on cue, there is some slightly indignant wailing from the direction of the nursery, and both of their bracelets glow blue.

Eyebrow.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Shit, he's developing a tolerance."

[clumsy_auror]

A smack to his arse. "You're absolutely full of shite. Go on, then, up you get. Ellie needs a walk, and she'll get antsy if I'm late."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard groans and gets to his feet.

"Fine. But I reserve the right to molest you later."

[clumsy_auror]

"As ever," she sing-songs, clambering up and then trotting off down the hall. "Ellie! Come on, it's time for a W-A-L-K..."

There is a tremendous clatter as the dog in question makes her presence known.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard shakes his head, marvelling at how the dog somehow learned how to spell.

He walks into Anthony's bedroom and picks the child up, patting his back.

"Now, now. I know. Hangover's a bitch."

Anthony hiccups and thumps his head onto Daddy's shoulder.

Hell yeah.