Tonks stormed into the tea shop with the intensity and vigor of a woman on a mission, her shoulders thrown back and her MLE robes flowing behind her importantly, her face set into the angry look Aurors reserved for crime scenes and annoying civilians. She shoved her way through the long line that had gathered before the counter, brushing away the calls of outrage and ignoring the tirade of obscenities directed at her general person and orders to get to the back of the line before turning to a few irate looking customers and giving them the meanest 'could-not-give-less-of-a-damn' look this side of Kingsley Shacklebolt, "Excuse me," she said in a very clear voice, "This is official DMLE business."
When a few more patrons stood their ground in front of her she flashed her badge and shouldered past them until finally reaching the counter and looking up at a young and incredibly frightened looking witch. Tonks eyed her with an almost manic intensity, "Alright," she started, voice grave, "I'm going to need seven Earl Grey's, four straight up three with sugar no milk, eight rounds of beanstalk juice, four rounds of wood fairy mead (hold the sprinkles on all but one,) six cups of Arabian coffee-- No wait." She stopped suddenly, drew out a list and nodded, "Yeah, no. I got that wrong, can I start over again?" The crowd behind her groaned and Tonks made a distinct note to ignore the raging bloodlust she felt from around her as she started going through her list again.
By the time she was finished, half the patrons and all of the staff had easily thought long and hard about just what the penalty for Aurorcide was, but Tonks didn't care. She stepped away from the line with a teetering, towering pile of teas and juices and coffees that swayed back and forth as she moved very, very carefully. As she skirted the end of the line one particularly angry looking patron decided to just have at it and stuck his foot out in her projected path until she predictably enough got her feet caught against his and careened forward. The swerving, dancing pile of cups curved forward sharply but before the Auror could make face contact with the floor she shoved her foot down and caught herself in a solid, upright stance. With a quick maneuver of her arms the cups curved back until they were securely upright again. Tonks looked up in downright awe. Eversince her last status report had come back with a 'dangerous sense of imbalance' emblazoned on the cover she had been working damned hard to get her act together, and here it was.
"Hah!" She beamed proudly as she stared at the miraculously un-spilled cups, "I got it!"
Ignoring the disappointed grumbling from the crowd behind her, Tonks looked back down to try and aim for the door, stopping when her gaze met an unexpectedly familiar face. Tonks had to blink a few times before she realised who she was looking at, and she beamed again happily as it became clear that no, this wasn't a hallucination brought on by exhaustion, it really was him! Tonks threw her hands up in the air and ran to her cousin's friend, "Oi, Lupin!"
She was so excited to see him she didn't even hear the anguished scream from the patron who'd tripped her and had been standing right behind her when he was drenched in a scalding hot waterfall of DMLE break time. "Is that really you?! Cor, what a small world! What are you doing here?"