Some of the lights are on in the Tonks-Wrangle flat. The kids are asleep. It's late evening, and there's really no point in keeping things on when there's no one to keep them on for
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Bernard doesn't remember summer nights being quite so warm anywhere he's lived, in temperate zones, anyway. But the last few weeks, it's been hot all day and warm all night, and so they've made a habit of spending the late evening out on the porch rather than holed up in the flat
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There is a large pile of crumpled-up sketch paper in the middle of the study, and a rumpled man at the desk, his head on one outstretched arm, staring at a blank pad.
It's fun to think about expanding one's home to fit one's family. It's another thing to design it so it's practical and structurally sound.
It's later than he'd like, but he knew it would be. Dinner's warm in the oven, still, but another half hour and he'll just make her a plate and put it all away in the fridge
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It's been a pretty good day, so far. Sunny was in a good mood, Anthony didn't get into anything deadly (he has a habit of trying to unstick the spelled-shut kitchen cupboards; Bernard's greatest fear is that magical tendencies'll kick in at the exact wrong time), Ellie and Hiss mostly left each other alone, and the bar didn't experience any crises
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Bernard and Anthony are taking a walk alone this afternoon. Ellie wanted to nap in a patch of sun in Sunny's room while Sunny drew beautiful things, and Hiss is proving a scarily decent lookout where Sunny's concerned
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