"You sound like my mother," Sirius spat, his words full of bile. He wasn't even trying to hide his feelings anymore, and his grey eyes flashed with them, warring inside his mind and his heart. "Always talk of responsibility and don't do this and don't do that, especially if it has to do with the mudbloods, and Merlin, don't dare to tarnish the Black family name! Because, by god, it's so respectable as it is!"
He pulled his knees up to his chest, sneering as he opened another beer and drained it in one long, continuous gulp, then tossed the bottle with angry and purposeful insolence onto the ground where it rolled a bit before coming to a stop.
"We all have to do things we don't like," he mocked, in the same tone he used to tease Snape, but with a bit more fury behind it. "Well, bloody hell, really?"