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[clumsy_auror]

Tonks is worn to a frazzle.

Those kids, they want so much from you, they're so demanding, can't they understand that sometimes a girl needs to shut herself up in her bedroom and listen to the Weird Sisters really loudly? And she hadn't gotten the chance, not once all day, but now the babies are in bed and so she's creeping down the staff hallway,

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[the_woodpecker]

That's funny.

Because a certain redhead is talking to another redhead.

And definitely not looking in the direction of any wives of any sort.

[clumsy_auror]

The increase in the redheaded quotient in the bar makes Tonks' heart lurch; for one horrible moment she thinks it's her, that whiny, utterly stark raving mad princess, but then with relief she realizes it's someone else entirely.

But the relief turns to indignant outrage when she sees the way Bernard's talking to the stranger.

"He's flirting with her!" Tonks whispers to herself, utterly scandalized.

[the_woodpecker]

Uh-huh.

Bernard laughs a little too loud, leans a little too close, and totally gives it away by looking to see if Nymphadora's looking.

[clumsy_auror]

When she catches him looking, her cheeks blaze, and Nymphadora hurriedly studies the graying patch on the knee of her jeans and turns up her music.