"It's not your fault. This place seems to have done the same for quite a few people," Tonks said, thinking of her conversation with Lily Potter. The elder one. It was almost funny, now she really thought about it. Lily had learned of her impending demise from her son, too. She let out a shaky sort of laugh. "I think I'm actually more thrown knowing that Remus is actually going to break down and marry me than anything. Maybe even more so than the dying bit, even. There's a war on, you know, and it's not all the hard to believe there will be--"
She closed her mouth and cleared her throat again. There would be what? Casualties? Deaths? Heartbreak? Loss? It didn't matter. She was letting her mouth get away with itself. Bloody nerves.
"Do you want something to drink?" she said, turning to move back into the kitchen. The whirl of emotions was back in her head, seeming to take residence there whenever she made herself stop talking. She wasn't sure which was worse. "Seems the least I can offer you, seeing as I won't be around for most of your life."