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[clumsy_auror]

*A pink-haired witch is seated at her usual table, one foot curled up underneath her. A half-finished bottle of Butterbeer sits in front of her, as does a large stack of files. The latter, however, she is determinedly avoiding for the time being, engrossed instead in the latest issue of Martin Miggs the Mad Muggle.

Let's just call it escapism.*

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[clumsy_auror]

Mmmmmyes. What if we had people over and it just collapsed?

*She smiles against his lips before kissing him deeply.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*The kiss is... well.

It it's such that Bernard feels no remorse whatsoever about pulling her from her case files.*

We'll have to test it several times, just to be sure.

*As he's speaking, he takes the list and quill out of her nerveless fingers and stands.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She stands as well, leaning up to kiss him again, and wraps her arm around his waist, smiling softly at him.*

Take me upstairs.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Gladly.

*He squeezes her tight for a moment, then gathers up her unopened case files for her.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Putting her hand in his, she follows him to the staircase, sneaking slightly wondering glances at him along the way.

It still hits her, sometimes, how lucky she truly is.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He catches her eye, and a crease appears between his.*

What?

[clumsy_auror]

*She shakes her head quickly, squeezing his hand and giving him a smile.*

Nothing. Just -- you.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He smiles slowly, and pulls her up the stairs.*