Tonks had spent the past few weeks keeping to herself more often than not. Though she didn't regret it, she did feel awkward about ranting in her journal about Remus and what he'd done, as therapeutic as it had been. But the more she thought about it, the more she realised that as horrified as she felt about Remus sleeping with Sirius while they'd been together and going off and snogging George, the worst part about it all was him not wanting to be part of the baby's life.
So when she'd emerged from her office for dinner Thursday, it was the first time she'd been out around Hogwarts without having to be in quite some time. Now fully six months along, there was no denying she was pregnant, and she still felt utterly stupid about not having caught on earlier. There were loads of things she hadn't caught though, and she was still trying to come to terms with accepting that she would be a mum much, much sooner than she had ever anticipated.
Hearing Charlie's voice, she grinned. "Wotcher. Of course, I've always got time for you." She kept her head down and tried not to wonder if the giggles she heard from a few students had anything to do with her. For the most part her classes had been respectful toward her, with some, like Miss Patil, being downright saintly. But she wasn't oblivious to the occasional snigger either.
As they headed toward the lake, Tonks shoved her hands in her cloak pockets and listened as Charlie spoke. "I don't see why it ought to matter if you're teaching them what they signed up for," she said. "I suspect some students read ahead and don't like learning for the sake of learning rather than for the sake of a mark." She nudged him playfully in the ribs. "You ought to change it up more often, I say. I would, but I'm afraid Minerva would have me stuffed."