Pomfrey's infirmary had the potential to he a happening place. Already it had been the wake-up host of one person, and now it was host of person number two. Eyes popped wide open and she even reached out still, memory replaying the very last thing she remembered.
They were in the Department of Mysteries, the Order coming after the trio and a few of the other teenagers, and a fight with the Death Eaters. She had been dodging a curse and sending a hex of her own, but something gripped her ankle and pulled at her, like a zombie's hand grabbing from the grave. And it caused Tonks to miss the chance to dodge once more, being hit squarely on her shoulder and falling from her position.
She had been reaching out to try and catch herself from the fall.
Frowning lightly, Tonks looked around and quickly realized that the infirmary, while incredibly familiar, wasn't Mungos.
"Someone must have had an emergency Portkey.." muttered as she sat up, grabbing her wand. But that didn't make sense really. Shaking her hair up, the witch got up and worked her shoulder. It was sore, but not hurt like it should have been. Weird.
More weird was the fact that there didn't seem to be anyone around. "Olly olly oxen free..?" Tonks asked with a quiet sing-song as she ventured out into the hallway, wand grasped firmly in her hand.