But she wanted it to happen again. Didn't she? Tonks absently reached up to touch her lips. She was so damn alone on this island with people here who didn't understand her or didn't want her around. And then there was Oliver. When she was with him she didn't feel sad or upset. She was just happy.
"Harry," she managed to say. "He's around here.. somewhere." She wanted to leave right then. Tonks needed to think about everything and how could she do that when he was right there and looking so perfectly Oliver-esque? "He probably wouldn't notice if you took it," she pointed out. "I'm going to.. uh, well, I should get home."