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"All right, let's see if our little friend is going to say hullo today-- ah ha! There we are."

Healer Durkin prods the floating sonogram image with his wand, and moves the transmitting stone just a hair so that the fetus comes into sharper focus.

Nymphadora blinks at the picture with wide, eager eyes.

"How does it look? Is it the proper size? Is that the head?"

Date: 2007-05-25 02:19 am (UTC)
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His arm coming up to curl around her shoulders, Bernard dips a bit of flatbread into the baba ghanouj and pops it into her smiling mouth.

"Sure." He kisses her temple. "But I left my charts and graphs at home."

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