Another drink. And a swallow to compose her vocal cords from betraying her. "You are immature, were you not, you would not still choose to engage in childish behavior. Wolfboy? Seriously, Severus? School children behave in a more dignified manner." She shook her head.
Perhaps Sirius would have died eventually, but eventually still gave her more time with him. No, she blamed Remus and Severus, whom she was now thinking of on a first name basis, perhaps because they'd never had a real conversation, even when she'd been his student.
"And Auntie Bella will get hers." I'll see to it.
Another drink.
Anger worked for her. It was a wonderful fuel. It fueled her to forget about the deep-seated infatuation that she had for Remus that was probably loved. It fueled her need to avenge Sirius' death. And it fueled her ability to get out of bed in the morning.
And it was now fueling her desire to empty the bottle apparently.
She knew better than to drink alone. By all means, Attie or Charlie or even Bill and his Frenchie wife (Tonks did not harbor old feelings for him at all) would be suited and willing to join her, but she wasn't in the damn mood for cheering up.
Mourning Sirius suited her just fine. He deserved to have someone miss him and not continue on with their daily lives as if nothing as missing.