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*Tonks walks in, more slowly than usual, and walks over to the bar. Her hair, rather than its customary bright hues, is a dull silvery blue. The skin under her right eye is pink, as though it has just regrown, and she is walking a little gingerly.*

Vodka. Double shot.

*When the glass appears, she picks it up, hand shaking slightly, and drifts towards the back row of booths. She doesn't seem to be aware of anything around her.*

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*looks confused*

How is that your fault? I mean, I'm assuming he was the one that hurt Shacklebolt, right? And he was looking to hurt you. You chose a non-lethal spell, you did what you've always been taught to do, and there was an accident.

*kisses the top of her head*

You wouldn't. You know that, and I know that. It wasn't your fault.

*a tear slips down one cheek*

I know that, I do. But Charlie, it was terrible. It wasn't like Avada Kedavra, where they just look...surprised. This was different. And it was still a life.

*he lets go of her hands and carefully wipes away the tear*

I know.

*kisses her gently*

I'm sorry.

*kisses him back*

It's all right. I'll be fine. Promise.

*smiles slightly* But now I'm relying on you to cheer me up. Got any good stories for me?

Depends what you want to hear about. I've got a story for every occasion.

Oh hell, Dora, have you heard the latest about the twins?

*snickers preemptively* No, I don't believe I've had the pleasure. What'd they do now?

*grins and winces simultaneously*

Um... mum found some more order forms. Apparently they've got a bit of a secondary business... Selling toys. Um...

*goes slightly pink*

For adults. You know.

*bursts out laughing, then presses a hand to her side* Owwww...oh, but that's bloody hilarious, Charlie.

*grins at him, a bit wickedly* Maybe they need test-marketers.

*looks concerned*

You sure you're alright? Shouldn't you be fixing up somewhere?

I could wait on you, if you want? Bring you tea in bed, and all that malarkey.

*shrugs* I'm not at a hundred percent yet, but I'll be fine soon. Bit slower to bounce back after the nasty business with the wounded angel on Sunday, I think.

The what with the what?

*sheepishly* Oh...did I not, um, tell you about that? It's a bit complicated, really, but the upshot of the whole thing is that there was this wounded angel, and Peter asked Aziraphale to help heal him, so Crowley and I went along. Then Crowley got this idea for he, Peter, and I to channel our energies into the wounded angel to make it easier for Aziraphale to heal him. It would've worked, too, except for the part where Crowley's Darkness was too much for me and I, uh passed out. A little. All went to hell in a handbasket fairly quickly after that.

*looks furious*

Right. Where's Crowley. Me and him need to have a chat.

Charlie, that's probably not a very good idea...demon, remember? Toast, anyone?

Demon or bloody not.

You got hurt.

Yeah, but I voluntarily chose to help. And Crowley didn't mean for it to happen, he just didn't think it all the way through. *smiles softly* He's got enough on his plate right now without you defending my honor and well-being.

But I like that you want to.

'course I want to. I love you.

And I love you, too. *hooks one finger in his collar and pulls his lips down to hers*

Now, what were you saying about tea in bed, and waiting on me hand and foot?

*bends down and swings her into his arms, carefully making sure not to jar her*

Where to, milady?

*wraps her arms around his neck and smiles*

My place, milord, where the bed is soft and the family members scarce.

*carries her over to the picture, and kisses her on the top of her head*

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