The one thing he appreciated in Romania was staying out of the circle of drama and gossip. He assumed people could have been more mature about things, and life, and Charlie struggled to understand what motivated everyone behind the situation Tonks faced. Not wanting to take sides, Charlie avoided it as long as he could manage. There came a point, however, that the elephant in the room was too big and he just wanted to—as bad as it may have sounded—get it all over and done with.
Now, he thought, was a better time to talk to Tonks. The subject was hers to bring up, at least that was how he played the game. Even in school, Charlie preferred not to press Tonks about anything, but simply offer his shoulder if he needed to.
Twitching, and grinning, at the nudge to his ribs, Charlie shrugged. "Most students taking my class are not serious about the subject matter anyway. It's a filler class, and quite easy if you, at the minimum, pay attention. I hardly use the text books and don't bother requiring them. I keep enough books lying around for reference. The war is distracting, I have a different primary objective here, and even though I enjoy teaching, no one here is thinking about school much. We're all looking over our shoulders, wondering if we'll survive the year. Watch your step."
Going down to the lake may not have been the best choice since Tonks was pregnant, and there were plenty of things to slip or trip on, so Charlie immediately placed a hand on her lower back in case he needed to catch her. "How's Transfiguration?"