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[clumsy_auror]

Distractions are a positive thing

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[the_woodpecker]

There are also cookies on the way.

And a cake.

And a pumpkin pie.

Sublimating? Bernard? Never.

"...You said you like oatmeal, right?"

[clumsy_auror]

Her brow furrows, and she cranes her neck to look at the clock. "Oatmeal at two in the afternoon?"

[the_woodpecker]

"...No, in the cookie."

Duh.

He's got a bowl in hand, already mixing.

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh. Yeah, sure. Cheers."

There's a tiny half-smile on her face as she turns back to the swatch of fabric in her lap.

[young_tmriddle]

Tom knocks as he opens the door. It's been a couple of hours since he got 'Dora's owl asking him to drop by, but he came as soon as could.

"Hullo there, you. What's-" He takes in the blanket and the tea. "-up? Are you not well?"

Worried frown creasing his brow, he sits down on the couch beside her.

[clumsy_auror]

A somewhat mirthless laugh. "Been better. But I'm fine, honestly." Nymphadora rubs her nose, and takes a sip of tea before continuing. "I, uh. I was in hospital yesterday. Had a miscarriage."

[young_tmriddle]

"What?"

Panic flutters in his throat. He has absolutely no idea what to say or what to do. How does one respond? Condolences? Is she in pain? Should he even be sitting here beside her? What if he jostles her?

He should have brought her flowers.

After an awkward moment, he reaches for her hand. "Temple and arch, I'm sorry. Are you alright? I mean, I know that's a bloody stupid question..."

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora holds out her free hand quellingly, and squeezes the one holding hers. "I promise, I'm going to be all right. Really, I'm fine now. I wasn't-- I didn't even know I was pregnant. It was very early days."

[aj_crawley]

I'll see you at the weekend, Bernard's letter had said.

There's the sound of knocking, bookended on each side by the noise of the door creaking open - as though someone couldn't quite decide whether or not to just walk in.

Swaddled in a black overcoat and scarf (and hair still sculpted into the most unlikely shapes by the wind), Crowley sticks his head around the corner, exression slightly set, slightly wary.

I'll see you at the weekend.

As if he'd -

[clumsy_auror]

At the noise, 'Dora turns her head, and her jaw drops.

"Crowley! How--"

[aj_crawley]

"Don't ask," he says, moving a little further into the room. "By which I mean: I don't actually know, but I'll worry about it later."

[clumsy_auror]

The witch scrambles to untangle herself from the covers and stands, hurrying over to Crowley and hugging him, her arms tight around his middle, her nose buried in his chest.

[mnt_mike]

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora cranes her neck over the back of the couch, and half-smiles at Mike. "Hey there. Still green, huh?"

[mnt_mike]

[clumsy_auror]

"'Course you can come in. How've you been?" She beckons him over to the couch.

[platonicowgirl]

There's a knock on the door; not too hard, not too soft.

[clumsy_auror]

"Come in," 'Dora says, raising her voice to be heard through the door.

[platonicowgirl]

Kathleen putters her way in, much as she always does.

Owls don't cross time-space continuums that well.

"Nymphadora! Didn't expect to see you home!"

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh-- Kathleen, hi."

She pales slightly, looking around for Bernard, who is of course... not there.

Looks like this one's all on her own.

"Um, yeah. Took a sick day."