"No, I'm not going to calm down. You're talking to him like he... like he matters. He's nothing, less than nothing. He doesn't deserve any common courtesy because he's dirt. He's-" He looked at Peter with disgust.
"Look at him. He's stealing food, and looks like a fat pig ready to be slaughtered, and when he's not he's a bloody rat." He snorted. "Want to be that there's a few other people who wouldn't mind." He turned to Peter, smiling. "Oy, mate, want to go and find my grandfather and Sirius? We can see if those punches are ill-advised or not, considering what you did to them, I'm sure the Wizengamot won't care what they do to you and me? I'm dying anyway, so I don't give a crap."