Andromeda Tonks (andromynous) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-04-06 20:55:00

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[Ted!]
She had no reason to feel guilty, right? It wasn't as if Sirius had proved himself completely incompetent before ~~except that he had~~ and it wasn't as if she really could have stopped him from seeing his brother no matter where they stood on the family tree. Some part of her had hoped that the brothers really would make up.

But now ... well, now nobody had seen Sirius since she had and the fact was that he was probably somewhere having who knew what happen to him. And it was, as far as she was concerned, partially her fault.

She resolved then to make sure that they found him. Merlin, she needed a smoke ... but she wasn't going to do it in the house when Dora was down for her nap. She frowned, pushing out the front door and lingering on the step.

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andromynous
2008-04-07 05:24 am UTC (link)

"Merlin, yes," she muttered quietly as he hooked his arm around her shoulder. "That's a brilliant idea." It was, really. She shifted her hand down his arm and curled her fingers in his, reveling in the weight and the fact that Ted was here with her.

"I think we ought to put a few flowers out this year," she was glancing out at the lawn too, now, in an effort to calm herself down. The patches of green green grass gave her something to focus on, at least. "Daisies, maybe. Or something pink for Dora." Not that she could think of an exact species of pink flower off the top of her head, but still. It didn't really matter right now anyway.

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teds
2008-04-07 05:34 am UTC (link)

He nodded, squeezing her hand lightly. Ted planted a small kiss on the crown of her head and kept his face there, the clean scent of her hair relaxing. "Not pink roses, though," he muttered into the dark locks. "Something inexpensive, because no doubt she'll want to pick a bunch of them. We could ask her to plant them with us, though. She'd like that, I think."

He had to stop himself--he had almost added that they should ask Sirius to come to help them as well, but... Jesus, it was such a strange feeling to think that he wasn't around. That he might--morbid as it was--not be around again. With the Death Eaters (because considering that it was the Blacks they were talking about, it wasn't really a guess so much as an assumption), you never knew what could happen--you could only bet that it wasn't good. "Let's rent a movie tonight too, yeah? You know, for after Dora goes to sleep," he recovered.

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andromynous
2008-04-07 05:44 am UTC (link)

"Agreed," she trailed her fingertips across the top of his hand, taking in a shaky breath. Her mind had gone straight to the same spot as Ted's, she was sure of it -- Dora would want Sirius to help her with the flowers. What had happened to not thinking about it, she wondered. Maybe it was something that she wouldn't be able to get away from. There wasn't a point directly denying it, at least.

She let out a quiet sigh. "Right, then," it was just as obvious that she was distracted by what they'd both been thinking. "He'll be back, Ted." Andromeda tried desperately to sound sure of herself but thought she failed quite miserably. "Whatever you'd like." Because she was definitely not going to be in the mindset to pick a film, but she didn't want to drag Ted into the sort of state she was starting to sink toward.

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teds
2008-04-07 06:20 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, he will be," he said, and thought he actually did a decent job of sounding convinced. That's what being a news broadcaster did for you, though--it was essentially acting in and of itself, just without having to memorize all the lines. "He's already proven a thousand times he can handle your family."

Just then, a set of footsteps could be heard tiredly padding down the stairs behind them, and Ted craned his neck around to watch Nymphadora--orange-haired today, it seemed--making her way towards them. He nudged Andromeda to put out the fag and let go of her, turning around to meet the little girl in a hug. Five years old and still he would pick her up in his arms like she was only two--it was just a daddy thing, he supposed, because his mother always insisted she was far too old to be carried around like a baby.

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep for another fifteen minutes?"

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andromynous
2008-04-07 06:27 am UTC (link)

Whether Ted was using his broadcasting talents to his advantage or not, she was glad to hear the certainty in his voice. It was the thought that counted. Faith was largely built on figment, after all.

Largely a daddy thing, yes. She shifted to quickly stub the fag out beneath her boot and waved her hand just a little in hopes of getting some of the smell away before she turned to the two of them and reached in to tap Nymphadora's nose gently. While she didn't necessarily think that the girl should be picked up like he was doing just now, she was certainly not going to scold him like she might have, however teasingly, on any other day.

"I'm sure she's just incredibly eager to get that dinner," she murmured, managing a small, genuine smile for the girl and reached up to stroke back her hair fondly.

"Isn't that right, Dora?"

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teds
2008-04-07 06:54 am UTC (link)

The response was an enthusiastic nod of Dora's head, which was actually rather a tired response given that if she had not just woke up, there would be excitement and shouting, accompanied by a million-word ramble about what they were having.

She started to squirm, so he let her down to her feet gently, instructing her to go off and clean up for dinner. Ted turned back to Andromeda as Nymphadora ran off.

"I should go order that now, then," he told her. "And I'll owe you another fag later, after she's gone to sleep. Might have to have one with you." Ever since they'd had Dora, he'd been trying to settle down with the smoking, but he still always carried around a pack with him and he couldn't help the temptation that the smell of one brought.

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andromynous
2008-04-07 06:59 am UTC (link)

"You should," she agreed once Dora headed off to clean up and she closed the door to the house. She knew that Ted had been trying to quit (hell, she'd been trying too), but that just wasn't in the cards right now and she knew it, especially with the added stress of Sirius' disappearance. Andromeda had to admit that the thought of a quiet fag in the middle of the night with Ted was undeniably appealing.

She couldn't help the subconscious urge to stay close to Ted, though, and when he moved to the kitchen to order the food she settled herself at the sink to dry off the already bone-dry dishes absently. The repetitive movement helped to push any residual thoughts about the situation out of her mind for a little while, at least.

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