Igor fell through the rickety front door nearly pulling Tonks with him into a heaving mass upon the wooden planks below. While she had successfully managed to keep herself upright, the former Durmstrang headmaster was not so fortunate. He plunged downward into a particularly jagged floor board which ruthlessly gouged the left side of his face. Igor yelped, muttering some form of profanity under his breath.
"You're ending up flat on your face an awful lot today, Igor," Tonks stated matter-of-factly, once again helping him to his feet.
"Yes, well, I haven't eaten much lately," he grimaced coolly as a steady stream of blood coloured his already grimy fur collar.
Tonks casually nodded her head toward a tiny hallway on their right. "There's a bathroom, second door on the right. You should be able to go in there and mend that gash."
"I – there's a…" Igor began, a trickle of blood splashing to the dusty floor.
"There's a what?" she began, realization now setting in. "Oh don't tell me – you haven't got a wand?"
"No."
"Starving and without a weapon, this certainly is a right mess you've gotten yourself into," Tonks shook her head, pulling out her own wand. Igor instinctively backed away, eyes wide, any residual colour draining from his cheeks.
"Igor, I'm not going to—"
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" he screeched.
"But, I only wanted to—" Tonks offered looking utterly flabbergasted.
Karkaroff had recoiled into a corner, sliding down the nearest wall. "Please," he pleaded quietly, his voice shaking. He folded himself, as small child would, into a secure ball while clutching his knees. Nymphadora thought it best to tuck her wand carefully out of Igor's sight before crouching down next to him on the floor. Using soothing tones and placing a hand on his knee she attempted the arduous task of having him lift his head.
"Come now, I've put the wand away, but I need to see your wound," she demanded gently.
"Please don't kill me," he quivered.
"I'm not going to kill you, now please lift your head."
The seconds turned to minutes as Tonks patiently guided Igor from the depths of his fear, delicately checking the seriousness of his injury.