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[clumsy_auror]

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.

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[the_woodpecker]

"Uhhhhhh." Bernard lifts a distressingly large pile of sticky bows; why did she buy so many?! "Did you use it all on the kitchen stuff?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Bollocks, maybe I did," she replies, fretting slightly. "Shite. Well, what else have we got?"

[the_woodpecker]

"Um." He lifts a roll. "Dancing candy canes." Lifts another. "Fighting gingerbread men. You have scary taste." Said with love.

[clumsy_auror]

She brightens, and holds out a hand. "Oooh, candy canes, please. Cheers love."