Fleur's expression flickered to something strange and empty, and then she turned away, to the teakettle, which Remus had filled with water. She set it on the flame, her back to her husband.
"Fine. Go. See what your father has to say." And don't come home until you have stopped being such a bastard, she wanted to say, but didn't. Her voice was angry though, and she set the kettle down sharply.
Since Bill had been bitten, he hadn't been the same. He had never been irrational or angry like this, and it was becoming more and more difficult to live with, although usually it was not directed at her.
"In the meantime, Remus, if you'd like to stay and discuss this, I would be more than happy to. Perhaps we may figure something out by examining what happened."
He treated her like a child, Bill treated her like a child, and she didn't know why she hadn't really seen it until just now.