The 'N' comment was enough to make her gasp, but before the requisite ensuing onslaught of profanity and name calling could commence, the world became a blur when Charlie suddenly picked Tonks up like so much a bag of flour and threw her over his shoulder. The proud and mighty shapeshifter actually shrieked in surprise.
"CHARLES HONEYSUCKLE WEASLEY, you put me down, you put me down right this instant!" Tonks partially screeched, partially laughed, kicking and squirming and just generally going out of her way to try and make her friend's task as difficult as possible. "Watch it, Dragon tamer! I'm an Auror, now! By law I'm allowed to use all three unforgiveables! Maybe at once! I'll imperius you into thinking you're- thinking you're- thinking you're a dainty pink flower for the rest of your life! Or an old transvestite called 'Jojo'! Jones!" She called out, "Damnit, Jones! Little help here! I thought we were meant to be a team, damnit!" If Charlie was going to play rough, then Tonks was by no means going to make it easy on him. If she couldn't curse him, she could kick him. And kick him she did. Or, well. Try to, at least. "Put me down! Put me down you scragly, girlie ginger with girl hips! Put me down right this instant! Put me down or I'll-- Wait, what do you mean no food?"