tonks/bella
Dora wrinkled her nose as she arrived at the scene. Unlike Rodolphus it wasn't that the stench of Muggle bothered her and sadly, she wasn't phased by the sight that greeted her. She was becoming used to scenes like this; even at months apart they were happening all too often. Her stomach had grown a much thicker lining and all she could do was shake her head and immediately began to do what she could to get the Muggles down from the air. She remembered her first real assignment at the ninety-four World Cup where she'd spent a good deal of time preforming this same spell.
No, her wrinkled nose wasn't at the sight or the stench, she wrinkled her nose very pointedly at her aunt and uncle, knowing good and well that her mere presence generally annoyed them (and the feeling was quite returned). She didn't much care as she pulled another of the bodies from the sky. There was little she could do from preventing the hard thump with which it hit the ground and when the woman's neck turned at a ghastly angle, Dora was thankful that she'd already been dead.
Dora turned away from the body and leveled yet another glare, this one specifically on Bella. When she waved her wand it was with all the malicious intent in her being. The hex she flung towards her aunt wasn't a nice one at all, but she didn't care. Not one lick.