Amelia was about to speak, but Tonks came into the throne room with a small stack of papers and rolls of parchment. She set them down on the table and wiped her brow. "Whew, the walk certainly takes longer than before." Her eyes landed on me for a brief moment as she turned sheepish, "n-not t-that I’m complaining, Her- my queen." Her hair and general features shifted as her embarrassment took over.