Inventing creative means of hiding her pregnancy when morphed was becoming a regular sport. Tonks did not like dwell too long in thinking how it was that she could still change and her belly did not, and she had yet to have the opportunity to ask Minerva, who might not even know but would surely give her a look that suggested such a question was indelicate and would go unanswered even if she did.
And so Tonks had taken the shape of a great, bearded man whose middle suffered more for love of drink than one reckless night with Remus. She'd been doing fine enough until Pius had begun speaking, but had spent the whole of the talk attempting to keep her face from contorting with rage, literally or otherwise. She'd been keeping her eye on Remus, nearby but only just, as it hadn't seemed safe to appear as a couple, even though Remus, too, was disguised.
The crowd had grown boisterous, and Tonks knew this was their cue to Apparate, and quickly. Clumsy as ever, she turned and barreled right into a young woman.
"Not a'tall, not a'tall," Tonks managed gruffly, the alarm in her eyes fading fast.