Tonks hadn't actually thought Moody would go through with it, so when he had, it'd taken her all the way to the pub to stop laughing. His welcome into the village hadn't exactly gone stellar, but truth be told, Tonks was relieved to have him here. He was the same craggy arse she remembered, a little piece of home that wasn't radically different, and as much as she'd hated going through training, he'd been the one part of it that had gotten her through it. He was, to her, sort of like the mad uncle, the one who was deeply misunderstood until you had a few drinks with him.
Tonks nearly spit out her drink when he got to the most interesting bit of the story, but thankfully she managed not to spit whisky all over him. "He didn't feel it? Damn. Must've been useless anyway." She shook her head. "Can't imagine what that'd be like, but I can't blame him for going to the Pumpkin Juice factory, either. Not all of us are made of the stuff you are, Mad Eye."
She downed the rest of her drink and gestured to the barkeep for another. "So. Getting used to this place, fucked up as it all is?"