The Confundus Conspiracy; or, Youngblood Circle (confundere) wrote,
Tonks let her gaze move slowly around the table from one face to another, and sat back in a more or less relaxed fashion. Now that the sneak attackers had revealed themselves, she knew she was fully among friends--some better ones than others, perhaps. But when her eyes moved once, twice, three times toward one face in particular, something deep and painful jabbed her guts. She winced and shuddered, and suddenly a deep sadness began to surface and dampened her mood--a feeling she'd thought was more or less dead and buried.
"All right, Tonks?" Jeri had seen the shudder.
"Mmm...oh yeah; I think there's a draft in here somewhere", Tonks replied absently.
"Draft?" Draco looked around the room with a puzzled frown. "I haven't noticed anything of that sort."
Tonks snuck another glance across the table in that particular direction. Something jabbed at her heart again.