flybywash: (listening; worried)
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You know, with the way the bad goes in constant cycles around here, Wash is mildly surprised it hasn't overlapped before now.

It's as good a reason as any why it's taken this long to visit.

Naomi's nestled in her sling; a box under one arm and his cane in the other hand, Wash scrambles and juggles for a couple of seconds before he knocks on the door of the Tonks-Wrangle flat.

"Anybody home?" he calls.

Date: 2006-07-06 10:38 pm (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (pumpkin pickles [black])
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
Nymphadora, it would seem, is home. When she opens the door, she looks... better. Not great yet, perhaps, but certainly better.

"Wash! I--"

And then she catches sight of the sling. Or, more specifically, its contents.

It's about this time that all the witch's verbal accuity leaves the building. But her reaction to Naomi can be summed up, for those of you following along at home, as 'EEEEEEEEEEE.'

Date: 2006-07-07 12:04 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (pumpkin pickles [black])
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"Oh, Wash, she's absolutely gorgeous, aren't you, little lady, oh--" 'Dora holds out her hands, and shoots Wash a questioning, eager look. "Can I...?"

Date: 2006-07-07 12:14 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (blue blanket)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
With a practised air, Nymphadora settles Naomi in the crook of one arm, beaming down at the baby. "Hello, it is so lovely to meet you!"

She is so hopeless.

Grinning back up at Wash, she nods towards the sofa. "C'mon in, take a load off." The witch walks over to sit, crooning softly to Naomi all the while, and snaps her fingers absently in the direction of the box. It obligingly follows.

Date: 2006-07-07 12:27 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (blue blanket)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"He's doing better," she replies, sinking down on the couch and rubbing the baby's tummy gently when she wriggles. "Still having a hard time moving, but he's improving every day, so there's that."

The box settles onto the coffee table, and she beams at Wash.

"That was so thoughtful of all of you! He'll be chuffed. Oh, and that reminds me--Accio gift!"

Tonks raises her hand, and after a moment a box shoots out of the hallway and onto the sofa.

"Little something in honour of the arrival."

Date: 2006-07-07 02:06 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (beam [black])
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"Welcome," 'Dora grins, leaning forward and holding Naomi up so that she can observe the proceedings. Inside the box is a magical mobile, comprised of numerous brightly-coloured squashy fish. "Don't have to worry about winding it back up, once she's down for a nap. Anthony loves his."

"So what was your excitement?"

Date: 2006-07-07 02:24 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (ummmmmm)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"...Bloody hell. Well, um. At least they're out?"

Her knee jogs gently, bouncing the baby just a bit, and Tonks blinks dazedly.

"Must've been a funky alignment of star...thingies, for everything to come crashing around our ears at once like that."

Date: 2006-07-07 02:34 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (less ordinary)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"I reckon it's better without the forewarning, anyhow."

A sigh, and then she half-smiles.

"Kids're with my mum and dad for the afternoon, and I was just gonna head over to check on Bernard --don't suppose you'd like to come with? Know he'd love to meet the baby, and you could give him the box yourself..."

Date: 2006-07-07 02:41 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (ummmmmm)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"He's at St. Mungo's, the wizarding hospital in London. It isn't a far walk from my door to the bar. Reckon he'd be glad for the distraction; his main form of entertainment seems to be heckling the Healers."

Date: 2006-07-07 02:54 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (sparkly pink gypsyjr)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
It takes some wrangling, but soon they're strolling in the direction of the hospital, the sunny London afternoon warm but pleasant.

Nymphadora had dug up a sunhat of Anthony's for Naomi, and has the box tucked under her arm so that Wash can juggle the baby and cane more effectively.

"You've been to Earth before, right?"

Date: 2006-07-07 03:04 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (whut? [purple])
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"Oooh, New York. I've only been once, but it was brilliant. Maybe Bernard and I can take the kids sometime, when they're older."

She glances sidelong at Wash with his daughter, and a soft smile creeps over her face.

"So how's it going, for you and Zoe? With the whole new baby thing, I mean."

Date: 2006-07-07 03:24 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (whut? [purple])
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
Nymphadora snorts a laugh. "Glad I could help. But yeah," she continues, smile softening. "I know how you mean. Zoe doing all right with the whole soldier-mummy thing?"

That's been more than a little tricky for Tonks herself.

Date: 2006-07-07 03:38 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (serious shati)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"Hm."

The hand that's not tucked around the box is shoved into her pocket, and Nymphadora walks along consideringly, directing Wash around the corner to the side street St. Mungo's is on.

"Had to do that a while back. Went to the House of Arch to stay. Hated it. But in the end I knew it was the only reasonable choice, and Bernard knew it too. So we dealt. Anyway. Glad you're doing all right with it, so far. And..."

She glances up to look Wash in the eye, dead serious.

"If you ever run into a spot where you need a safe place for Naomi to be for a bit, you know where we are."

Date: 2006-07-08 12:16 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (serious shati)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"'S all right. You'd do the same, I know."

'Dora reaches out to touch Wash's arm, slowing him to a stop.

"Here we are, then."

They're standing in front of an old, run-down department store -- Purge and Dowse -- the front window of which features an exceptionally ugly mannequin.

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