Tonks was there, as always, for the Monday morning briefing. Even if she felt like utter shite, she was there. And this was one of those mornings. It'd been a fight to pull herself out of bed, away from the warm, sleeping body of Remus and into the somewhat miserable sickness that occupied most of her early days over the past week and change. It meant, alas, that she wasn't quite herself or taking the clearest of mental notes during the less than interesting parts of the briefing. Sadly, this morning, the whole briefing was sickly interesting in that dreading sort of way. It had the sense of a storm on the horizon with everyone holding their breathes before the first flash of lightening.
She sipped a touch of tea from where she half stood, half leaned against the edge of her desk. It made her a bit shorter than the rest of the usuals, but this morning she didn't particularly care to stand out among the crowd. Of course, that was until she heard about Yaxley's appointment. She nearly dropped her tea mug. "Bollocks." Tonks growled out to the room, standing up with just a hint of shock and anger in her body, but this wasn't the time or place. Whether she was heard wasn't immediately clear, but now her eyes were far more awake than a few moments ago.
Then the comment about Harry came. If she could hit something, she might. She'd been with the MLE too long not to know what his words meant. Harry was back on the suspect list. Harry, of all people, to go through persecution again. She shook her head slowly, swallowing back her anger while one of the new trainees began to speak. She forced herself to take another sip of tea, letting her boss respond to the matter before she too spoke up. "I'd like to be assigned to that case, sir. Make certain that such questioning is done in an... Appropriate fashion." She had to try, for Harry's sake.