"My Stinging Hexes are rather nasty. Best you steer clear," she said with a solemn nod.
"Twelve." Tonks shook her head, still smiling. There was that nagging voice in the back of her head trying to remind her that she wouldn't get to see Molly's face as each of those twelve came into the world, but she pushed it aside. "And I'd wager if you're around even a little, you're practically number thirteen." Molly always did have a tendency to take people under her wing. It was one of the things Tonks loved about her, nagging and mothering or not.
She took a seat at the table across from Teddy and looked up at him, spearing a bit of broccoli with her fork but not raising it to her mouth. "What about you? Can you...tell me a little about yourself? I'm sure mum had oodles of horror stories about me. I feel rather at a disadvantage."