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[clumsy_auror]

Distractions are a positive thing

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[a_fell]

He's late, and he knows he's late, but there was some sort of enormous cock-up and he didn't even get the letter until -

He's late, yes, but he's here.

Aziraphael opens the front door for himself but knocks lightly on the doorframe of the living room. She looks so tired, poor love.

[clumsy_auror]

The witch looks up, blinking. Then she scrambles to her feet and, smiling, catches him in a hug. "Am I ever glad to see you."

[a_fell]

He presses a kiss to the top of her head, dark hair hiding his own small smile.

"I've missed you, dearest."

His arms are wrapped tightly around her, but not so tight as they would be. Careful.

[clumsy_auror]

"Missed you too." Her voice wavers slightly, and she holds on tightly to Aziraphael.

[talented_biter]

Sunny doesn't quite know what's going on.

Never stopped her before.

Beatrice maaaay be on Mummy's blanket.

Subtly put there. Sneakily, even.

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora reaches for her tea, and nearly knocks poor Beatrice to the floor. "Oh! Beatric! I didn't see you there, love, sorry about that. How've you been?"

With the appropriate amount of care, Nymphadora sets the doll beside her on the couch, tucking the blanket around her wee legs.

[talented_biter]

Beatrice informs Sunny's Mummy that she's been very good, but could use a new jacket. A sparkly one.

[clumsy_auror]

Everyone could use a sparkly jacket.

"Where's Sunny?" queries Nymphadora, turning to the doll, her tone entirely conversational. "I haven't seen her in a little while."