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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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[mnt_mike]

"Oh, yeah, watch your head."

He cringes. In order to compensate, he stretches his head further out his shell than normal.

"Life is good, Kahlo, and life goes on."

[clumsy_auror]

A faint smile. "Life is good," she repeats, holding tight to his hand. "And life goes on."

[mnt_mike]

"Mmmm."

Mike clears his throat, an act that brings his voice down two registers lower than normal.

"Hai. Good. Now drop and give me twenty."

Says the aging Japanese man now seated on her couch.

[clumsy_auror]

There is a long silence.



And then Nymphadora bursts into teary giggles.

[mnt_mike]

Mike can't help but join her in the laughing.

"Oh I see my formative years are funny for you. Fine fine, see if I care."

[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."