This time, Sirius caught the boy's wrist when he was shoved again, and held it in a hard grip. The kind that might make bones feel on the verge of being crushed. "Yeah, so what if I punched him? You try finding out your best friend marries your cousin who's thirteen years younger," he all but growled the words out.
"If you knew anything about your father, you'd know before all this? He hadn't even met her yet. All you heard hasn't happened for him yet. Tonks, you, not in his picture." Deep down, Sirius hoped the words stung. Brat deserved to feel the sting.
"And for the record? I didn't say he can't take her out on a date. I said he shouldn't, and he did anyways. Get your bloody facts straight, kid," Sirius countered, loosening the grip just enough to push Teddy back and away from him.