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[flybywash]

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.

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[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.'

[flybywash]

"Hey."

He hefts the box higher, starting to smile.

"I come bearing gifts and your extremely distant granddaughter. Naomi, this is Dora. Tonks, Naomi."

[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...?"

[flybywash]

Grinning, "Asking does not even have to happen here. Box goes on the floor, there's nothing breakable -- "

Thwump.

"And..."

Gently, he eases Naomi out of the sling (she blinks inquiringly at this New Person nearby) and passes her to Tonks.

[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.

[flybywash]

Wash follows, with only the mildest of eyebrow raises for the levitating box.

Eeeennnvy.

"I would've come by sooner, but there was lots of crazy on our end, and apparently just as much if not more crazy on your end -- which, hence the gifts," he finishes, gesturing to the box as he flops onto the couch. "It's a couple things the crew got together for Bernard. How's he doing?"

[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."

[flybywash]

"Shiny." Relieved. "That's great to hear."

If something were going to go wrong, Wash would've known it by now, what with the blinking out of existence and everything. But Bernard is friend as well as family, and Wash is pretty well acquainted with what it's like to be cranky and bedridden.

He brightens and snatches up the second box, immediately getting to work opening it. "Ooh, gifts. Xiexie."

[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?"

[flybywash]

She seems to approve, as much as any three-week-old child can approve, and Wash beams as he lifts out the mobile and squeezes one of the attached fish. "Look at that," he murmurs to his daughter as he holds it up. "You think this could beat my clothes in a knock-down drag out rainbowy brawl? I think it could."

He gently beeps her nose with it, and Naomi kicks her legs with a quiet, "Ah!"

Back to Tonks, with a decidedly wry twist to his mouth: "Well, uh. Mostly Simon and River getting hauled in by the feds and summarily hauled out again after a week."

[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."

[flybywash]

"Shi a," he remarks dryly, and sighs. Lacing his hands behind his head with a determinedly light air, Wash adds, "And considering how much of my waking life I spend staring at the gorram things -- "

An embarrassed and guilty hitch to the sentence as he glances at Naomi. He's been trying not to swear around the baby. Really.

" -- you'd think I would've seen something, maybe a tiny dancing glowing sign of impending doom, but nope."

[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..."

[flybywash]

"Yeah?"

He unlaces his hands and sits forward.

"Sure, I'd love to -- where's he staying? I just heard the part with the being hurt."

[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."

[flybywash]

Wash's eyes widen.

Wizarding hospital. In London. Earth-That-Was and magic.

You know the 'EEEEEEEE' from earlier? It's his turn now.

"And I would be glad to distract -- " He doesn't quite jump to his feet, but he makes a good effort at it, grinning ear to ear. "Lead the way!"

[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?"

[flybywash]

"Once," says Wash, taking in the view with obvious admiration (and not a small amount of giddiness.) "Long while ago -- Faith took all of us to see New York and let us marvel in the weirdness of cheap fruit and combustion engines."

He tweaks the brim of Naomi's hat and whispers something in Chinese to her.

[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."

[flybywash]

He chuckles, settling a hand on Naomi's back. "It's...pretty much how everybody'd said it would be," he says. "Stressful and occasionally scary and really kind of fēng kuáng de and not something we're looking to trade, ever."

Beat.

"Everybody else on the crew says thank you for the silencing charms, by the way."

[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.

[flybywash]

Wash puffs out a breath, considering. "She had to bring Naomi into the bar for a little while when we went to get Simon and River back, which was...it ain't something she's crazy about, sitting out like that. But she did it."

And not once did Wash ever doubt that she would; they both knew the risks and sacrifices going into this. It's a gesture that speaks volumes anyway.

[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."

[flybywash]

Wash nods.

He's hoping things will get a little easier, with River and Simon no longer wanted fugitives -- ain't like they were easy before, but things took on a special brand of not-easy when the Tams boarded.

No way is he going to say that out loud and jinx it, though.

So instead he says, with full sincerity, "Thank you. I mean it. Knowing that is really, really good."

[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.