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Sneaking up behind Tonks, Nick shot a summoning charm over her shoulder and the picture instantaneously flew into his hands. Giving a sly wink at Kristi, he scowled at Sirius, "If Miss Snape wishes you not to see it, then I'm afraid you're going to have to respect her wishes. It is, after all, technically her house in the absence of Severus."
Pocketing the picture frame, without looking at it, he stood in the middle of the group, eyed each of them individually and the narrowed his eyes, "Where's Marce? I mean, if you lot woke me up then surely she cant still be asleep. Have any of you seen her?"
The softness of the pillow beneath her head was so peaceful, comforting. It was almost like it was beckoning her closer. Fidgeting, shifting as one does in ones sleep, she turned and both her mouth and nose became trapped against the material of the pillowcase. |