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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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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

There are also cookies on the way.

And a cake.

And a pumpkin pie.

Sublimating? Bernard? Never.

"...You said you like oatmeal, right?"

[young_tmriddle]

Tom knocks as he opens the door. It's been a couple of hours since he got 'Dora's owl asking him to drop by, but he came as soon as could.

"Hullo there, you. What's-" He takes in the blanket and the tea. "-up? Are you not well?"

Worried frown creasing his brow, he sits down on the couch beside her.

[aj_crawley]

I'll see you at the weekend, Bernard's letter had said.

There's the sound of knocking, bookended on each side by the noise of the door creaking open - as though someone couldn't quite decide whether or not to just walk in.

Swaddled in a black overcoat and scarf (and hair still sculpted into the most unlikely shapes by the wind), Crowley sticks his head around the corner, exression slightly set, slightly wary.

I'll see you at the weekend.

As if he'd -

[mnt_mike]

Mike knocks softly on the front door, not wanting to disturb. But then it occurs to him that if Bernard is out of knock-hearing range, that Tonks will have to answer the door. Should she be answering doors in her condition? Should she be on her feet at all? He has no idea, his only experience with miscarriage came from that first season of Melrose Place.

Not taking any chances, Mike carefully cracks open the door.

"Hello?"

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

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

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

He's late, and he knows he's late, but there was some sort of enormous cock-up and he didn't even get the letter until -

He's late, yes, but he's here.

Aziraphael opens the front door for himself but knocks lightly on the doorframe of the living room. She looks so tired, poor love.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny doesn't quite know what's going on.

Never stopped her before.

Beatrice maaaay be on Mummy's blanket.

Subtly put there. Sneakily, even.