Bernard's been sort of tiptoeing around the house since the other day ( Read more... )

It's a chill, sunny day. The wind is at Bernard's back as he walks around the lake, huddled in his peacoat.

He's cold. But he keeps walking around the long, jagged shoreline.

"Look out!" Aron ducks behind the permanent magical barrier, his shoulder jostling Bernard's, as his new experiment has... an accident. They turn to each other and start to giggle, and Bernard reaches over to brush some cinderblock dust out of Aron's hair.

"Are you two quite done flirting?" Jonathan calls from the outer observation and readings ( Read more... )

It's an early morning for everyone on Monday. Bernard only goes in to the Department of Mysteries a couple times a week, content to let Jonathan run the day-to-day and correspond with him regularly. The Ministry understands that he has priorities to juggle, and they've made it clear that they'd rather have him less than they want than not at all. ( Read more... )

Mal,

We got a disturbing note from Kitty this morning. Can you give me an update?

--Bernard

They enter the flat quietly, Bernard holding tight to his wife's hand.

"I can put him down, if you wanna look in on Sunny real quick," he says quietly, stopping and turning to look in her eyes.

The kitchen in the flat is warm. It's always warm, because Bernard is almost always cooking ( Read more... )

There's a lot to get done in any given day. Bar management, kids up and ready for the day, kid and wife out the door, other kid entertained and fed and everything, house marginally clean, kids marginally clean, pets not killing each other. Every day is full ( Read more... )

It's a quiet afternoon in the flat ( Read more... )

Bernard lifts one cardboard legal box that's been decorated with palm trees and runs into a tiki torch. He sighs, and looks around at the squalor, happy that there's nothing on the floor to aid Anthony's quest to taste the entire world.

"Mike. Were you unaware of the filing system I set up?"