Tonks is worn to a frazzle.
Those kids, they want so much from you, they're so demanding, can't they understand that sometimes a girl needs to shut herself up in her bedroom and listen to the Weird Sisters really loudly? And she hadn't gotten the chance, not once all day, but now the babies are in bed and so she's creeping down the staff hallway, headphones in place.
The witch cops another chocolate bar from Bar and slinks off to a corner booth, curling up with her back against the wall, and decidedly does not look in the direction of a
certain redhead. No way.
Nunh-uh.