Tonks strode into Percy Weasley's office at the Ministry of Magic, six months after the attack, and perched herself atop his desk, pink hair and all.
Percy gawped. "What, exactly, do you think you're doing?"
Tonks grinned at him. "I'm here to deliver your birthday present, silly."
"Birthday...?" He checked the calendar. "Ah. I suppose it is. But that's no reason to buy -"
"I didn't buy you anything."
"What?"
"Oh, don't sound so selfish. Here."
Tonks tossed a half-wrapped package at him. Percy looked at the handwriting and winced as he opened the gift.
It was his Weasley sweater.