"Oh yes it was!" Tonks worked in as much indignation as she could around a mouthful of chips. "Are we forgetting when Kingsley made me put my ear to a counter and stay there until I got a solid pulse? CPR training, he said. Sides." Tonks took a chug of the coffee, sighing in sweet relief. "It's a necessary part of the training process. Builds character."
Tonks gasped, "Intolerable! Me! I'm downright adorable, I am! A joy to have around!" Leaning back on her chair and propping her feet on the table, Tonks whistled at another trainee, shoving the stack of paper she'd fallen asleep at at the young girl, mumbling something about cross referencing dates from Suspicious Sightings from This Year to Last Year. "I swear," she turned back to Hestia, "It's like a cycle. This time every year. Although last year there were no bloody bodies and no bloody Prophet knocking down our doors." Shaking her head, she sighed. "No more work, I've had enough of work." Tonks looked back up to her friend, smiling with mischief in her eyes. "So, our buddy's responding to us again."