The days that Nymphadora's been back have sped by far more quickly than she'd like. There've been near-daily visits to the Healers, for tests and exams and ultrasounds, and Durkin's been scratching his head trying to re-calculate Charlotte's exact due date. Then there's Allbright, who hugged her, told her off, and dumped a foot-high stack of ( Read more... )

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

When you're not terribly old, even the littlest things can get you down.

Take, for example, the whole talking thing. You've got lots of words down! You do! But the whole concept of the letter D seems to largely elude you, and you can tell it's really bumming Dad out. So you're working on it.

Slowly.

But even worse is the walking. You're ( Read more... )

Nymphadora's been far more careful about keeping track of things, since she lost the baby. She knows it's almost obsessive, the way she ticks off each day in her calendar, but doesn't care. She'd rather be too careful than her usual forgetful self ( Read more... )

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"Christ on a sodding bike, Bernard, slow down!"

Nymphadora braces one hand on the dashboard and the other on her husband's arm, her stricken eyes wide and fixedly staring out at the road.

"Knew we should've taken the train. 'It'll be fine, 'Dora, driving's just like falling off a log! You never forget how! It's no big deal!'"

What's the worst thing someone could do?
Kill someone in cold blood.

What's the worst thing someone could do to you?
Imperius.

What's the worst thing that could happen to you?
Watching my family die.

What's the worst thing someone could say about a person?
In my world? Call them a Mudblood.

What's the best thing someone could say about a person ( Read more... )

It's late; far later than the lights are generally on in the living room. But on they are, even though the fireplace has died down to its embers. There are some files on the coffee table, and a half-finished grocery list. One pile of neatly folded clothes occupies the armchair, while basketful of unfolded laundry sits on the floor beside it ( Read more... )

"All right, there, Fireproofing Charm on the deck accordingly renewed."

Nymphadora straightens up, nodding with satisfaction as the deck planks glow blue for a moment. Then she adjusts her fuzzy pom-pommed hat, and turns back to her husband.

"Is there anything else likely to be set on fire by your little toys ( Read more... )

It's three in the morning, and Bernard and Nymphadora are awake.

...No, not because of that.

"--Where's the rest of the sparkly tinsel paper?" 'Dora asks distractedly, shuffling through the mess of wrapping accoutrements around her on the floor of their bedroom.