Tonks snorted at Fleur's last, wondering if the witch knew how perversely near the truth she had come.
"I don't suppose you've ever been jilted by a lover, and I'm sure I can't describe it," she replied, which wasn't entirely true. She could describe it, but she'd probably make herself sick trying and she'd have it out with Remus whether he liked it or not.
Her smirk was dark, and not in the least the merry article it had been in months past. She couldn't very well say, Be a Man, Remus. Because he wasn't.