"Under? Charlie? You think?" Tonks made a face, swirling her coffee cup in a way that was just beckoning disaster. "Naw. Sure he's kinda scrawny, and I do have my theories in regards to all that grandstanding you Lion types do, but I can't see ol' Charlie being bottom too often." Entirely oblivious to any subtext Hestia might have been going for, Tonks made a grab for another scone.
"I don't know. Keep talking about that bottom stuff and his inadequacies and I think he'll stick around for his honour. Honestly, we need to figure out how to get him back here. I swear it's like Rwanda is just sucking the fun right out of him." Tonks popped an indignant scone into her mouth, "Honestly, I was amazed he went in the first place. The way you two were dancing around each other in school had me thinking I'd be godmother to eight or nine little Jones-Weasleys right now."