Annoyed probably didn't sum it up. Maybe angry, but that was far too generic and mainstream. What about irate? Or infuriated? Nubilia feared she would run out of adjectives before she came up with one that she deemed rightly adequate. "What's another word for 'angry'," she hissed, glancing sideways at Cecily, before returning her attention to the rest of the group. "You disgust me, all of you. Leaving before a fight is won, much less finished... is just despicable. Absolutely disgraceful. What do you have to say for yourselves? I can't believe that you would just leave like that. How dare any of you walk out on me!" She turned around, as though she couldn't bare to look at them any longer.
"Merlin... I need a drink. Do you know how much that cost us? I told you all not to get personal with anyone in there," She searched the sea of faces for Katia and Mitchell, lips pressed tightly together. "You know, I'm far too young to be telling the lot of you off like I'm some schoolhouse mother. Honestly, can't you do anything right, any of you? I handpicked you for this job, and you do nothing but let me down. How does this make me look, hm? The entire wizarding world will think we're a bunch of weaklings, now. So what're you going to do about it?"
