This was one of those situations where language was decidedly called for. There weren't, however, enough words in the English language to properly describe his feelings for Unbridge. Even Gaelic which tended to be a bit more colourful in its flavouring didn't have the right words.
Remus was pissed off.
He knew this was the perfect opportunity for Umbridge to attempt to usurp him. It was no secret that he was a Werewolf and he was certain she would try to remove him from his position. Who would they put in charge of Hogwarts then? He could just see one of the Lestranges suddenly in charge and that couldn't happen.
With a snarl, Remus tore down the notice he saw, shredding it into small pieces that blew away on the next gust of wind.
There were some things worth fighting for and right now, his lifestyle and his job were at the top of the list. Maybe, just maybe, his public position as head of the Order would be the one thing to save him.