Jan 20, 2007 23:02
"Christ on a sodding bike, Bernard, slow down!"
Nymphadora braces one hand on the dashboard and the other on her husband's arm, her stricken eyes wide and fixedly staring out at the road.
"Knew we should've taken the train. 'It'll be fine, 'Dora, driving's just like falling off a log! You never forget how! It's no big deal!'"
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They veer around a stray sheep in the road, and Bernard giggles.
He giggles.
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"They give you tons of leeway on these roads."
They are on a country road with no lines. It is narrow.
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He pauses, thinking. "Although..."
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"...You were right. I admit it."
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Grinning, 'Dora looks into the shop window with interest.
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Nymphadora stretches sleepily and rolls over, peering at the clock beyond Bernard's freckled shoulder.
Three in the morning.
Hm!
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Bernard, dead asleep, does not stir. Aside from his shoulder, he's... a little buried. In the fluff.
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"Bernard?"
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Then, slowly, Bernard breathes in, out. In, out. "Hm."
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"Ngh," he moans, one eye opening, then closing.
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"Hm," she says, not really very awake at all yet.
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