"Sirius, come back here at once!," Mrs Black screeched. "Kreacher, get him!"
Kreacher, the house elf, ran behind Sirius but failed to catch him as Sirius flew up the stairs right into his room. He slammed the door shut and sat on the edge of his bed, panting, tired but delighted. There was a frantic banging of the door from Kreacher but Sirius ignored him. He picked up his paintbrush and paint box and proceeded towards his table. He was just about to start painting it in orange and gold when there was a soft knock on his door.
Sirius opened the door slowly, expecting it to be Kreacher. But it was Regulus. His three year old brother stood outside his room looking at him, suspiciously. Sighing, Sirius let him in.
"What is it, Reg?" Sirius asked. Although, Sirius was a year older to Regulus, it always seemed that Regulus was the older one. Regulus was quiet and brooding while Sirius was a livewire. Uncle Alphard, Sirius' favourite uncle, often referred to him as a ticking time bomb.
"What do you want, Reg?" he repeated.
Regulus leaned closer to his brother. "You did it," he said. Regulus found it hard to string words into a sentence, much to Sirius' amusement.
"What? What did I do?" Sirius asked, playing with a ball.
"You....Mama....wand," Regulus stammered. He was suddenly scared. "You take wand. I tell Mama."
Sirius laughed gaily at his brother. "Like you really will," Sirius muttered and caught hold of Regulus' hands.
Taken by surprise, Regulus could only stare at his brother while Sirius dragged him upstairs. He reached the attic and closed the door behind them. He opened a small window and beckoned to Regulus who approached him warily.
"You see how high we are, Reg," Sirius whispered. "One word to Mama and you will go flying down from this window. I mean it, Reg."
Regulus stared down the window at the garden, speechless. Sirius took one look at his brother's panicked face and burst out laughing.
"Look at you, scaredy rat," Sirius crowed. "I doubt Hogwarts will even send you a letter. They don't need cowards!"
Laughing without abandon, Sirius made his way back to his room while Regulus trudged back morosely to his, hoping to corner Sirius some day.
Kreacher, the house elf, ran behind Sirius but failed to catch him as Sirius flew up the stairs right into his room. He slammed the door shut and sat on the edge of his bed, panting, tired but delighted. There was a frantic banging of the door from Kreacher but Sirius ignored him. He picked up his paintbrush and paint box and proceeded towards his table. He was just about to start painting it in orange and gold when there was a soft knock on his door.
Sirius opened the door slowly, expecting it to be Kreacher. But it was Regulus. His three year old brother stood outside his room looking at him, suspiciously. Sighing, Sirius let him in.
"What is it, Reg?" Sirius asked. Although, Sirius was a year older to Regulus, it always seemed that Regulus was the older one. Regulus was quiet and brooding while Sirius was a livewire. Uncle Alphard, Sirius' favourite uncle, often referred to him as a ticking time bomb.
"What do you want, Reg?" he repeated.
Regulus leaned closer to his brother. "You did it," he said. Regulus found it hard to string words into a sentence, much to Sirius' amusement.
"What? What did I do?" Sirius asked, playing with a ball.
"You....Mama....wand," Regulus stammered. He was suddenly scared. "You take wand. I tell Mama."
Sirius laughed gaily at his brother. "Like you really will," Sirius muttered and caught hold of Regulus' hands.
Taken by surprise, Regulus could only stare at his brother while Sirius dragged him upstairs. He reached the attic and closed the door behind them. He opened a small window and beckoned to Regulus who approached him warily.
"You see how high we are, Reg," Sirius whispered. "One word to Mama and you will go flying down from this window. I mean it, Reg."
Regulus stared down the window at the garden, speechless. Sirius took one look at his brother's panicked face and burst out laughing.
"Look at you, scaredy rat," Sirius crowed. "I doubt Hogwarts will even send you a letter. They don't need cowards!"
Laughing without abandon, Sirius made his way back to his room while Regulus trudged back morosely to his, hoping to corner Sirius some day.
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