“Don’t worry,” Tonks replied after she conjured up her Patronus, chuckling just faintly at the sound in Harry’s voice. “I’m not the exceptionally impulsive type. It’s better if we think this out first, anyway, rushing into things only gets people hurt.” She’d been reclining on her couch as she waited for Harry’s response, but now she sat up, elbows propped on her knees. “Yeah. If you have any more messages, send them to through Remy-” She paused at the slip, blushing at her use of the affectionate nickname even if he couldn’t see her. She wasn’t sure how much Harry and his friends new about the complete nature of her and Remus’ relationship, beyond that they were working together and she was keeping him safe. Clearing her throat slightly, she continued, “Er, Professor Lupin. I need to talk to him about all this anyway, see what ideas he has. I’ll probably be there tonight, if you want to contact either of us.” She’d actually planned on spending the night but that, again, was something Harry didn’t really need to know. “Let us know if you come up with anything, okay? We’ll work this all out, Harry.”