"Our opinions on what 'getting things done' are, are different," Tonks said quietly as she watched the group on the hill move to circle the grave, "The proof is right here infront of you. They may have been visible and vocal, but who's in power now? The ones that took their time, planned, and struck carefully and with intent. Not the ones that got loud, vocal and blew shit up." She looked over at Regulus and raised an eyebrow, "The Order is where it is today for a reason. Maybe James and Sirius take on how to get it done isn't the best way. Maybe traumatizing innocent people, and setting fires to hospitals isn't the way to win over peoples hearts."
Tonks finally sighed and pushed away from the wall of the building, "But you're right, what's done is done, and all of us have to live with the consequences of what two hot headed men did. It'll keep me busy, at least, and no where near Grimmauld. Where I'd end up killing Sirius. Slowly."
She glanced back at Regulus, "Why are you lurking here in the bushes then?"