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[flybywash]

You know, with the way the bad goes in constant cycles around here, Wash is mildly surprised it hasn't overlapped before now

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[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora, it would seem, is home. When she opens the door, she looks... better. Not great yet, perhaps, but certainly better.

"Wash! I--"

And then she catches sight of the sling. Or, more specifically, its contents.

It's about this time that all the witch's verbal accuity leaves the building. But her reaction to Naomi can be summed up, for those of you following along at home, as 'EEEEEEEEEEE.'

[flybywash]

"Hey."

He hefts the box higher, starting to smile.

"I come bearing gifts and your extremely distant granddaughter. Naomi, this is Dora. Tonks, Naomi."

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh, Wash, she's absolutely gorgeous, aren't you, little lady, oh--" 'Dora holds out her hands, and shoots Wash a questioning, eager look. "Can I...?"

[flybywash]

Grinning, "Asking does not even have to happen here. Box goes on the floor, there's nothing breakable -- "

Thwump.

"And..."

Gently, he eases Naomi out of the sling (she blinks inquiringly at this New Person nearby) and passes her to Tonks.