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Dec. 5th, 2006 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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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Date: 2006-12-14 10:23 pm (UTC)*SHIFTY EYES* goes Beatrice.
Possibly, Dora is informed, Sunny ran away to Tijuana.
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Date: 2006-12-15 04:15 am (UTC)"Hmm, 's too bad." She sighs, somewhat dramatically. "Was hoping she'd tell me a story. I'm feeling a bit under the weather, you see, and Sunny's stories always make me feel better."
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Date: 2006-12-15 06:19 pm (UTC)What sort of a story, Beatrice would like to know?
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Date: 2006-12-16 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-19 12:52 am (UTC)If Dora really wanted, Beatrice could help her find Sunny, maybe.
It might take some effort, but, you know. It could be Worth It.
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Date: 2006-12-19 01:08 am (UTC)"Beatrice, you haven't seen her lately, have you?"
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Date: 2006-12-19 01:55 am (UTC)Maaaaaybe.
She can't remember.
Cookies might remind her.
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Date: 2006-12-19 02:05 am (UTC)Nymphadora happens to be munching on one right now, and holding a plate of them in her hand, as she gazes solemnly down at Beatrice.