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Sirius walks through the main hall of 12 Grimmauld Place with his cup in hand. His mother still tries to sow some peace where he has sown anger, and luckily, it does not take long to see, in the crowd, the person he was looking for.

Father.

Chatting with a bunch of friends even more expensive and more horrendous than him. Members of the Wizengamot, senior officials of the Ministry, and the Director of the Department of Education in the Ministry of Magic. They speak, as usual, from one of their recurring themes. How to get someone "more capable" than Dumbledore to run Hogwarts, for example. The arguments against the current Hogwart's Headmaster that he already knows about. "Too sentimental, without criteria, little disciplined, blah, blah, blah".

-Admits anyone to that school.- says the ministry.

They all agree in unison. It seems that all follow that greater criteria of purity and Sirius's blood rot with the thought of it.

-Well...- he interrupts -I think Dumbledore has his criteria and is not true that he admits anyone. Your son, for example, was not admitted this year, isn't he?

The head of the Department of Education, a bald and uptight man surnamed Plumbeus, stares at him blankly.

-There is as a matter of fact - he says - a conspiracy against my family. Dumbledore has been trying for years to undermine my authority in the Ministry.

- Oh, was that it? Goodness. It was rumored that her son had been caught abusing one of the elfins at school.

Mr. Plumbeus loses his color completely and quickly.

- I beg your fucking pardon kid?

- In fact, it is also rumored that she was not only offended but that she was not very satisfied, does he know? Apparently, it was all very fast and she almost didn't find out.

- Orion, aren't you going to tell your son to behave himself? Outrageous is what it is.

-I behave a lot better than your son. The elfins in this house can attest to how much of a man I am. It's something I've inherited from me' Dad. I mean, my taste for elfins, not my virility.

While Orion apologises and bows to his guests arguing that his son must have drunk some poison that causes some kind of insanity, Sirius locates a group of boys about his age, running around Regulus and listening to his stories about the school he attended for the past year in France.

-You know- says Regulus -that French schools have a lot of renown.

- Wasn't the kisses?

Regulus looks at him without hiding his contempt.

- My brother Sirius. - He introduces him. - I suppose you know him. Enjoydisappointing the expectations placed on him.

- Excuse me, Regulus. I've molested you while you talked about all the sex that you have had in France.

-I did no such thing.

- But are you still a virgin?- Sirius pretends to be scandalized and talks to Regulu's friends while he takes the opportunity to throw the glass towards the invisible orchestra and stain the carpet. 

- My brother is long waiting for someone as pure as him, but I think it is an excuse to hide the fact that nobody would put his fingers on top of him unless he got paid.- He then adds, staring at his brother. -Luckily, you have the money.

Regulus's lips are twisted with disgust.

- Shut up, for Merlin's sake.

He seems to have a hard time being in the same room as Sirius. Almost bear his presence.

- You don't have to be ashamed, brother. Who to his father's whorehouse belongs, honor rates.

All of Regulus's friends watch them, measuring time and hate, to know if at some point they will have to separate them and prevent them from killing each other.

- Forgive my brother - says Regulus, throwing words like if he were spitting them. -It was a bad seed and he has been spoiled even more by the fault of some unfortunate friendships. A gang of losers who don't know their place and naturally, the best of all, a poor mudblood that wouldn't be at Hogwarts if it wasn't for Dumbledore's charity.

- Keep talking about him, Regulus. Go ahead. Give me an excuse to split your face in half with my very nails and stain the ground with that pureblood you have.

- It is not my intention to speak shit of him, Sirius. The poor man has had enough, after the beating they gave to his boyfriend. Hopefully, the next unfortunate sheep will not have the same luck.

It looks like a threat. Sirius wonders what he knows and discovers thinking that he doesn't care exactly what he knows. Him, his mother, his father. Everyone who feels above him may be right, but when they feel above Remus, they are always below.

- Why? Do you want to apply for the position? I warn you that Remus is not keen on zoophilia. I don't think he wants to sleep with a slug just like you.

Regulus has no time to think of an argument that is up to the task. Walburga and Orion have come up to them and Sirius knows what he is waiting for.

-My office- says his father. - Now.