"What's wrong, Sirius?" Remus inquires idly. He keeps his eyes riveted on his mug of tea, hardly seeming to be giving Sirius any real consideration. Inside he is unknowingly feeling the same injustice as Sirius is. Sirius continues pacing in the same frenzied way he has been for the last quarter of an hour, and Remus doesn't think he'll answer.
"Dammit," Sirius swears. Remus' tea is stone cold.
"Dammit, I'm mad!"
"A palindrome." Remus sighs. A second later the mug smashes into the wall. Remus begins to tremble. Sirius is the violent one, not he, but it is so unfair.