The portkey was a small round stone, about the size of a table tennis ball, and it felt like the heaviest thing Tonks had ever carried in her life.
She hadn't told her parents about this; not with her father's heart problems and all, and her mother would have stunned her and locked her in the basement first. She really hadn't told anyone about this, in fact, even though it was sort of an open secret. Maybe it was a blessing that she'd been too overwhelmed by life to talk about it. Or to think about it.
She clicked down the halls of the DMLE, feeling curious eyes on the back of her (sober dark brunette) head; there weren't many reasons that one carried one of those big black kits with no markings or logos on the side. Someone murmured a "good luck", and she was grateful for that.
"Adrian," she said, seeing him. She forced a little smile.