"I know." Vera admitted, looking up at Sirius with a slight smile, though there was a false note to it. She moved to the side a little, giving him a bit more room. "But I'm pretending it is, and hoping if I snark at it enough and try to fix it, it'll make me want to not go out and kill something."
She sighed, not liking to admit it, but Sirius had told her to tell him when she felt like killing things. Or maybe that was Remus. She couldn't quite remember.