Busting out laughing, Tonks clutched her stomach and bent over. Oh that was rich. She didn't have a kid. Tonks was pretty sure she'd remember that bit. "Remus and I aren't pregnant. I'd remember that. And I can assure you I'm not dead. Besides, it's 1997 and if you call me Nymphadora one more time I will punch you."
Standing up and dusting some sand off of her jeans, Tonks frowned. The kid really did look like Remus. It was.. strange. It was a younger, thinner version of her husband with bits of herself sprinkled in. "I don't think I like you knowing so much about me. So..I'm going to get going."