Tonks hadn't been born with the gene that made one automatically respect their elders, which had made hating her Potions Professor very easy. Were she to have more propriety, the words that came out of her mouth would have stayed in her head.
"Go fuck yourself, would you? Maybe if you got laid you'd stop being such an intolerable asshole."
She turned her head away from him, wiping her eyes with the hem of her skirt. Tonks had no desire for Snape to see her in such a state. Not even Molly Weasley was allowed to see her cry and that woman was like a second mother to her.
And how dare Snape come into her family's home going on about Remus anyway?
Anger boiled in her stomach and she stared ahead at the fireplace, biting her lower lip.
"It's your fault, you know. If you knew how to behave like an adult and kept your insistent goading to a minimum he would have listened and stayed here, where he was safe. The entire lot of you act like children and you call yourselves men." Even Remus, who had done his best to keep the piece played a role. He hadn't fought hard enough to keep Sirius here, where he should have been.
She had no problem blaming them for her cousin's death, for they played parts in it. Were Harry not a mere child, she supposed she would hold him responsible as well, but she knew better than to think a child could be held accountable for his actions. Especially a child who hadn't had a proper upbringing.
Reaching for her wand, she levitated a bottle of mead to her side. Taking a large gulp in an unladylike manner, she sniffled, trying to keep angry tears from mingling in with the tears she was reserving for Sirius.