There was one thing that really hindered her training and it was infuriating. For both her and Moody. It wasn't her spellwork, that was getting quicker and more precise by the day - Moody had actually been pleased with the latest accuracy test he'd given her. It wasn't her memory, that had always been pretty damn good, if she said so herself. It wasn't even her Potions brewing, which definitely could be better but she had an uncanny ability to identify poisons which mollified Moody.

No, it was her balance. Or rather, her lack of it. Her incredible lack of it. No, she hadn't outgrown her stupid clumsiness like her parents had thought. And no, Auror Training hadn't helped either. Well, she could jump up quicker now and she could fall in a way that she didn't do too much damage to herself. But neither of those things stopped her from falling over in the first place. Or, to be more exact, tripping over something. It seemed like there was always something her feet could find to trip over.

Like right now. She yelped loudly as her foot connected with something and she was suddenly tumbling across the ground. The world was a blur around her as she did so. And it continued to be a blur as she rolled and rolled and rolled. She seemed to go on forever. Surely there wasn't that much free space? She should have bumped into something by now or at least lost momentum. But no, she was still going. Eurgh, she was getting dizzy.

And, sure enough, as soon as she thought that it seemed to be a signal to the universe. No, it didn't take the easy way out and let her slow done. Nope. That would be far too easy, wouldn't it? Yes. Yes, it would. The way she slowed down was by crashing into something. Hard. What? She didn't know. There was a cloud of dust around her and in her eyes, making them sting.

At least she hadn't stopped by smacking her head against something, she didn't think that the resident Medi-Witch would appreciate her getting a concussion. The woman already didn't like Moody, she didn't need any more excuses.

She genuinely thought that the only thing injured had been her pride (as usual) when pain shot through her arm and she looked down at it, fearing the worst. And yep. There it was.

Her wrist was not supposed to bend that way.

"Stay still!"

The exasperated voice was because it was the third time that sentence had been said in the past five minutes.

Tonks huffed loudly. She couldn't even cross her arms or anything because one of those limbs was a bit occupied at the moment. It didn't really have the same effect. No one was paying any attention to her, which they really should be. She was the unwilling star in this whole situation after all.

Moody glared at her as the Medi-Witch tutted, giving Moody a disapproving look.

"I didn't hurt her!" He said defensively when he caught the look

Madam Haddow tutted again and continued wrapping Tonks' wrist. It felt a tad too tight but Tonks didn't think that it was prudent to point that out right now.

"Seriously! She fell over her own feet. I stopped her from cracking her head off the wall!"

"Yet, she still got injured."

"I can't believe out of all the things we can bloody well heal with a flick of the wrist; we can heal a freaking strain!" Tonks complained, glaring at the appendage in question which was now neatly (albeit tightly) wrapped in a soft bandage. Something she didn't think she needed but she tried arguing about it only to get shot down immediately by both the Medi-Witch and Moody so there was no chance of her winning.

"Complaining isn't suddenly going to make us be able to magically heal sprains," she got scolded.

"You'd think that by the way it bent that it would have the decency to break for me."

"Do you want a broken wrist?" Moody asked in amusement.

"Yes!" Then she realised how ridiculous that sounded and crossed her arms. Which was a bad idea considering how much it was aching so she unfolded them again. "I mean, at least by now it would be fixed!"

Nothing could be done with a sprained wrist. It was infuriating. She was just going to have to wait and let it sort itself out and all that nonsense. A broken wrist would be fixed with literally a flick of the wand. She glared at her traitorous wrist. Why couldn't it be broken?

The MediWitch had clucked disapprovingly at her and then told Moody off! And the man just let her! It was quite the sight to see. That was something she was never going to forget. He had actually looked scared for a split second. It was brilliant. Oh, where was a camera when you needed one? Then her wrist twinged and she let out a small moan.

The MediWitch shook her head and bustled away, muttering something about a pain reliever.

"I'm okay," Tonks called after her, not wanting a fuss to be made over a silly sprain - she was just being a baby, it wasn't that sore.

But, of course, she was ignored. Leaving her and Moody alone.

"I can't believe that you're scared of a MediWitch," she could help but tease.

But he didn't even seem annoyed at it.

"Remind me one of these days to tell you about how terrifying Poppy Pomfrey can be and then you'll know why you should fear Medi Witches," he grumbled.

"Poppy Pom-? You mean Madam Pomfrey? At Hogwarts?"

He nodded sharply. Tonks thought for a moment and then nodded, remembering some of her many (many, many, many) run ins with the woman.

"She's scary."

"Exactly. And she can be scarier than whatever you're thinking of. Trust me."

Tonks thought for a moment and then nodded in acceptance. Yeah, she could see that.

"Well, what are we going to do while this," she waved her arm, "heals? I can't write left-handed. I suppose I can brew but I won't be as smooth."

He shook his head at the idea of her brewing. "Too risky. The antidotes you're learning now are too exacting. You need smooth stirs"

She nodded in agreement. That's what she had thought. Still, it was worth a try. She wanted to be able to do something, after all.

"Anyway, I have a better plan," he said smugly.

That probably wasn't going to be good for her then. She could just feel it.

"And what's that?" She asked hesitantly.

Did she really want to know? Not that he was going to give her a choice, mind you.

"Now we can really focus on your left-handed casting."

And he looked so proud of himself too. Tonks, on the other hand, didn't know what to think. He had mentioned it before, and got her to try a few times, insisting it was important if she ever dropped her wand and had to pick it up as quickly as possible to defend herself. Sometimes the "wrong" hand would be the quickest and therefore she would have to shoot off a quick spell to protect herself before returning it to her right hand. And yes, he really did come up with every possible scenario. This was Alastor Moody, after all.

"Great," she said with a grimace, thinking about how awkward and fumbling this was going to make her seem.

"Isn't it?"