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[clumsy_auror]

Distractions are a positive thing.

Books are somewhat helpful, but her attention keeps wandering; the television or music are even less effective. Doing something with her hands is a definite improvement, so Nymphadora's sitting on the couch with a scrap of fabric, a spool of thread, a needle, and her wand in her hand. She's practicing the sewing spells Molly taught her.

As a concession to Bernard's nerves, there's a blanket tucked around her legs, and a cup of tea on the table in front of her.

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[clumsy_auror]

"Yeah, it was."

Now her eyes are a bit redder. Might be from the rubbing, though.

[clumsy_auror]

A crooked smile. "What're you getting Ingress for Christmas?"

[mnt_mike]

"Oh now see, that's just music to my ears right there."

Mike flips open the top of the basket and retrieves one of the numerous zip-top bags. Just before he offers her the opened bag, he pulls it back momentarily.

"You're not allergic to raisins, are you?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." A breath. His fingertips creep up her side and back. "I'm afraid I scared Sunny and Anthony a little bit. I wasn't very good at explaining."

[clumsy_auror]

"We'll talk to them, love. But what did you-- what did you tell them?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"That you were sick and we had to go meet you at the hospital." He shrugs, focusing on her hip. "True enough."

[clumsy_auror]

"Mm-hmm."

Her hand finds his again.

"Are you-- are you okay?"

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora peers with interest, and shakes her head. "Not a bit. Love 'em, actually."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"No." He looks up at her, his eyes red-rimmed. "Are you okay?"

[mnt_mike]

"Oh well, then you'll love these. Think....fluffy gingerbread, but with raisins."

He offers her a cookie from the bag. There is the distinct smell of molasses.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora shakes her head unsteadily.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Didn't think so," he replies, then sits up, shifting on the couch so that he's lying down on the outside now, facing her.

"So here we are. Both not okay."

[clumsy_auror]

She laughs shakily. "Yeah. Better off both here than alone, I guess."

[clumsy_auror]

Tentatively, Nymphadora takes a bite, and then grins around the cookie. "Blimey."

[mnt_mike]

He beams.

"Wow I sure hope the novelty of making pretty smile like that never wears off."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He nods, impulsively scooting forward to kiss the tip of her nose.

"But you're very quiet." He laughs, a little. "I feel pretty dumb, doing all the talking here."

[clumsy_auror]

"I just--"

Her voice is halting, like she's forcing the words out.

"I just feel... stuck. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel, except stuck. Like I can't go back, but I can't go forward, either."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"How do you mean, go forward?"

[clumsy_auror]

She cuffs him on the shoulder, still smiling. "Thank you."

[mnt_mike]

"For you, Kahlo, anything."

He looks at the cookies, and then looks back over at the kitchen.

"Do me a favor?"

[clumsy_auror]

An eyebrow gets a questioning raise.

[mnt_mike]

"If your ball and chain ever makes you cookies like these can you scream out my name during sex?"

[young_tmriddle]

"A trip to Valdamar. It's all she's asked for, so I figured either Door or I will escort her there and let her stay a couple of days. Plus a ridiculous amount of toys and/or dress up clothes, of course."

[aj_crawley]

Crowley's wretched at this, and he knows it, but - well, it's odd. How hugging someone will never come so easy as hugging someone back.

"Hey," he mumbles, even as his arms fasten securely about her. "Should you be...?"

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

There's a knock on the door; not too hard, not too soft.