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[clumsy_auror]

"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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[the_woodpecker]

"...Yeah, but, baby," Bernard protests, holding the door of the Eagle and Child open for 'Dora and stepping out behind her, "I think it's fair for me to say that my mushy peas are better even though C. S. Lewis sat around and wrote about talking lions here. It's not like he ate these mushy peas."

He pauses, thinking. "Although..."

[the_woodpecker]

"Definitely how it feels," he replies, peering into half-lit shopfronts filled with oddly-shaped wares. "First instinct is to turn around and hit the pub again."

[clumsy_auror]

A laugh. "Yeah, that's what they're going for. A sudden desire to remember that you're supposed to be anywhere but here."

A tiny scops owl flutters down from a nearby eave, hooting cheerfully.

[the_woodpecker]

He shoots her a sly glance. "That's just fishing for a sappy response."

[clumsy_auror]

She shoots him a sardonic look. "Honestly, it isn't! Just the way the spell works, is all."

[the_woodpecker]

"Uh-huh." He fiddles with her fingers, laced with his, his boots scuffing on the cobblestones. "I've been meaning to ask you. Did you ever put Anthony's name down for primary schools in London?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Not yet -- I did pick up some brochures, though. Kind of depends on location and availability." A pause. "Also the quality of education. Of course."

[the_woodpecker]

Leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek, "Of course. But we should probably pay a little more attention to all that. I know he's gotta get his name in early like you said."

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora nods, squeezing his hand at her shoulder. "Let's do it on Monday when we get back to London. Thanks for the reminder, love."

[the_woodpecker]

"Anytime," he replies, pulling her closer to a nearby shopfront to peer in at the dusty books in the window. "...Do they have some kind of charm on the glass to keep the sun from damaging them?"

[clumsy_auror]

She grins over at him. "Sure. Sunblocking Charm, just like I use on you."

[the_woodpecker]

"No shit." His fingernail taps against the glass. "Guess it helps especially if the books are evil and bound in human skin."

[clumsy_auror]

"Indeed. You should see Madam Pince go to town on the Restricted Section."

[the_woodpecker]

"I should go see the castle that tried to kill me now that it's all put back together again."

[clumsy_auror]

"...You should. It's beautiful. You'd like it, I think; most especially you'd like Peeves."

[the_woodpecker]

"I think Sunny'd like Peeves even more than I would," he laughs, dropping her hand to sling his arm around her shoulders.