Tonks had picked the smartest place in the world to be. Under her bed with her arms over her head and cowering like a little girl. She could go up against Death Eaters, vampires and anything that went bump in the night, but she hated storms. They scared the hell out of her. Tonks knew it was silly and childish, but that didn't stop her from being scared.
"Under here," she whispered so quietly it was a wonder Percy could here her.