"Keep that thought close, yeah?" She requests with a warm smile. Tonks hopes it's enough to get him through the tougher times ahead of the young man. If in some fashion or another. However this works.

She taps her fingers against his lightly, playful and ready for a subject change. But before the next bout of mischief can be decided upon, she notices the bedknob -- still on the table but now with the petunias strewn around it rather than on it -- glowing a warm brassy red colour.

"Think that's our lot." She glances over to her companion with an apologetic smile.