A roll of her eyes was more than necessary     after that little comment.  Still, it wasn’t one     of annoyance, but rather one of amusement.     The giggle that accompanied it, only served      to further solidify that fact.      “Right, I’ll have to remember that for future      reference.       Gods, I feel like I should be       taking notes on all this … “        The humor was completely sucked out of       the  situation  once   his  next  words  fully       registered. She stood there flabbergasted       for a moment,     before the corners of her        lips curled up into a small,  genuine smile.        “I think I could arrange that…” 

"Ace adulting. When my voice is not so squeaky, I’ll give a hip flask a whirl.” 

"I’m m a k i n g a mistake? Excuse me? and who are you to judge me? . What exactly is there to fix Sirius?”     Regulus was so stubborn, he always     had been and he wanted to hate Sirius     wanted to hate him with all that he had     but he couldn’t.                               ”                       Why do you care                             a n y w a y. You left!”

Sirius sighed, he'd always hated arguing with his little brother, because unlike the other Slytherin's with their pureblood mania, he understood Regulus because he saw first hand how he had been infested.  "I'm not judging you, Reg, it's just--it's not safe to stay  with Mother and Father's plans for you." He ran a hand through his hair. He had hated leaving  the boy to bare the brunt on his own, and that was why he intended to allow Padfoot to follow him home, and stay with him as a dog, until he was sure Regulus was safe... atleast, whilst James did his summer job with his father. "I had to go Reg, you can still leave if you wanted.   I couldn't stay there anymore, it's not like I made  it easier for you." Sirius knew that both boys had gotten more than there share of abuse from their parents, emotional and physical. But couldn't Regulus see how much happier he was out of that house. That there was more to life than Grimmauld Place?

"It’s my fault."

Words she had kept bottled, feelings she had tried to press down were bubbling over, hands shaking and  she needed a drink, a cigarette, anything. She needed something to make her feel alive.

"I brought them to that stupid rally."

Everyone knew about the rally, one of the biggest open Death Eater attacks, and on students too. The deaths  that day were high, but everyone forgot about the two muggles that had died. They hadn’t even been mentioned in the article. Fifteen wizarding deaths. That’s all. Fifteen wizards dead. Two muggles.

"...The Camden Killings?" Sirius had heard about it, living in London himself, he had heard the commotion before it had happened, he had been unable to leave the house and attend as he had planned, but being sixteen and unable to do magic outside of school meant that he wasn't getting out of that fortress Orion Black had made if he tried.  "Lily--I--" How could he tell her it wasn't her fault when technically it was, if she had taken them...but she hadn't hurt them physically, they had made their own choices but Sirius had no idea how to put that into words just yet.  She was starting to shake, and he didn't know what to do, what to say, he had never experienced death, never seen it, though his Uncle Alphaard was pretty unwell, but that was closest that Sirius had gotten thus far.  His hand went to his jacket pocket, pulled out a cigarette and then, offered her one.  "--Looks like you could use a cig'."