"That is not what I meant," she snapped back. "You know it's not, Remus. I'm a metamorphmagus, that's what I meant. Not to mention my fucking family, wanted by most of Wizarding England. It's not your fault and I swear to God if you even think of saying it is I'll..." she trailed off, simply shaking her head as she felt anger building up inside of her.
When she spoke again she couldn't help the angered tone of her voice. It wasn't necessarily just her annoyance at Remus, but a mess of other things on her mind. It simply hadn't been a very good few months. "Obviously I don't regret marrying you, or I wouldn't be so damned determined to keep you safe. I love you, why would-- Merlin, Remus! It's not you, I just... I don't want anything to happen to us. "
And then she had to stop, because she could feel angry tears forming behind her eyes and a lump forming in her throat. She turned around, back to the bags so that she could finish packing.