"You are clumsy because nobody has ever trained you how not to be," Antonin told the younger woman directly. "How to stand, how to sit, how to walk, run, even dance, these things are all important, as is caring for your equipment."
He gestured with one hand at her boots and cast a quick wordless spell. Tonks boots laced themselves, then tied themselves neatly.
Watching silently as she morphed her features, Antonin nodded. "Typical of the Aurors, the let you get away with a parlor trick instead of making sure you learned the necessary skills."
"If you were my student..." He went silent. "Excuse me, it is not really for me to say at this time."