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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.

Comments

[clumsy_auror]

"No, I just had a flashback to Academy training, is all," she splutters. "If Mad-Eye Moody were Japanese, you'd have nailed him just then."

[mnt_mike]

Mike snorts.

"Mentors. Can't live with them, can't get mentally, emotionally, and physically scarred without them."

[clumsy_auror]

"You can bloody well say that again. Still, Moody wasn't all that bad, in the end. He's barking mad, of course, but what Auror worth their salt isn't?"

[mnt_mike]

"Mentors. Can't live with them, can't get mentally, emotionally, and physically scarred without them?"

Oh what?! She's the one who bloody well told him to.

[clumsy_auror]

Snickering, she thumps him on the shoulder. "Git."