Grinning slightly to himself, Antonin gestured to one of the armchairs at the front of the library. "Antonin, please, Miss Tonks. Antonin Andreavitch if you must be formal, a thing I hardly ever find necessary."
"Interesting," he said with a smile. Sitting down at his desk, he continued, "I'm still fairly busy helping out at the Shack, but as soon as this plague has run its course I should be back to intensive training and practice."
"I can't say I have much enthusiasm for the abilities of the Aurors in general, but I'll certainly be glad to help you improve your own."
He grinned, "You might talk to Morag about helping out at Hogwarts. With any luck, she'll be looking for something to keep her busy and away from the fighting for a bit."
"So what exactly were you interested in learning how to do?"