"They could've at least picked a tropical beach getaway," Rose joked, though the laughter wasn't really there, hard as she tried. And she knew she'd never be in charge of decorating the place because she'd never be able to do this to people. Take them away from their lives and throw them into the lovely pits of torture. Good times all around.
Rose gave a tiny smile at Tonks' shoulder bump and just shrugged. How could she explain how the stupid wannabe French guy had gotten under her skin? The way it had only worked because, in her heart, Rose knew he'd only been telling the truth? Stupid git.
So she focused on the warmth of her friend's arm through her own and gave a brave giggle, attempting the schoolgirl sound. She was only a few months older than she'd been the first time around, but she felt at least a good ten years instead. "Fair enough," she agreed, pushing her hair out of her still red eyes with her free hand. "We could've used your magic a time or two, you know. Lovely death-threat times. You know, I actually got my face sucked off? Like, literally, not there anymore. Think it scared your poor Spaceman a bit." Only she knew him well enough to know that along with being scared, it'd also pissed him off and good.