Ever true to character, Tonks took a remarkable face-first fall to the ground, landing with an equally ungraceful sound. Spitting out a mouthful of Ireland, Tonks saluted the apparently bruised ginger with the ever effective one fingered gesture. "YOUR DELICATE GINGER BODY IS GOING TO BE A LOT MORE THAN BRUISED WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH--" Her tirade was cut short by a slammed door and Tonks huffed, picking herself up and dusting herself off for the second time in what was maybe ten minutes. Stupid nature.
It irritated her that her stomping didn't make so much as a sound in the grass when she stormed after Charlie, opening the door with as much force as she could and smashing it behind her equally so. "I'm going to go at it until that," Tonks made sure to emphasise her point to the utmost clarity by pointing towards what she considered to be one very dead Gryffindor, "Apologises." Huffing, Tonks dropped herself in the seat next to Hestia's, waiting for her friend to put down her drink before the Auror herself took it along with a very generous, if angry chug, while she tried to glare the Dragon Tamer to death.