Hardly the self-conscious sort, Tonks beamed in Fleur's direction, one hand on her stomach and the other quick to snatch a cupcake, holding it aloft as a far more serious subject might a banner or wand.
"Mum keeps saying I'm glowing," Tonks returned. "That used to mean I ought to go and wash my face, but I'll take beautiful if you're offering."
She waited expectantly. Fleur did take such lovely photographs.