"When have you had to make that sort of choice?! There was no choice!" He expected that sort of idealism from a Gryffindor!
"Miles?! Don't keep blaming Miles! He'll get his you-" the word was almost out of his mouth before he quickly strangled it, after Verity- marrying her, loving her, he'd never use the word again. Instead he turned away again, mid sentence jaw clenching tightly. "I was doing something! Perhaps you should have asked before throwing yourself and your supposed information around!" He said nearly raging.
"I expect you to act like a man of your house!" Montague bellowed, toppling over the chair in his anger.