He sat down across from her on the couch and it was all so familiar, as if they'd never left London. As if they were at her flat, or staying up late talking at Headquarters, like they'd done so many times. It was easy to keep distracting herself with thoughts of teaching Potions. She'd gotten through the class all right — they hadn't been the bane of her N.E.W.T. existence, at least. Teaching them would probably be another story, but if she could find a decent Potions book (and the right ingredients, as he pointed out) she could probably muddle her way through.
But then he changed the subject, and she wasn't sure if she was glad about it. While she did want the answers to everything she'd spent the last week wondering, she'd also been avoiding them for good reason. She knew she could have found them on her own, but that wasn't the point. When she'd seen Harry and the others, she hadn't asked them for answers directly, because she hadn't known how. But Harry and Ron hadn't offered them, either, and had even seemed to circumvent talking about anything that had happened in between the time Tonks had come from, and the years between when they were from. (Hermione, at least, was from long before, so despite probably knowing everything about what had happened during the war, Tonks could at least give her the benefit of the doubt.)
If she wasn't going to get answers from them, though, she decided was going to wait it out. Wait until she was ready to look through the books that she knew existed. And now that Remus was across from her, she almost wished she'd done that. The hesitation in his voice told her that he probably wasn't bringing great news. "The problem is," Tonks said, drawing her knees up to her chest, a bit defensively, "I don't really know where to begin. What to even ask." Of course, her most pressing concern all week had been what happened at the battle she'd so gracelessly exited in the midst of, but part of her wanted him to fill in the entirety of the six months that lay between them. Another part of her said no, of course you don't want to know all of that — but it was an easy to ignore part, because it was wrong. She wanted to know everything, no matter what that meant.