Astronomy | Jegulus

7

James led in his bed awake intrigued by the younger Black.

Regulus Black had always stricken him as the snobby rich kid who had an ego the size if Mars, but watching him walk along the corridors with prominent eyebags and a cigarette in his mouth it made him look normal and down to Earth. He didn't look like James pictured him at all.

However James was quickly pulled out of his thoughts as he heard footsteps walk over to his bed.

The curtain opened to reveal a very messy Sirius Black.

James sat up.

"What's up?"

Sirius got into James's bed.

"Nothing I just didn't want to be lonely." He wrapped the duvet around himself. "For someone who 'needed their beauty sleep' you don't seem to be doing a lot of it."

James chuckled and led down again next to his best friend.

Sirius turned over to face James.

"How was my brother?" Sirius said bluntly.

"He didn't talk much." Sirius snorted "He smokes, did you know?"

"Of course I knew, we all have to have some coping mechanism in that house." He shuffled a bit "Even if you are the golden child."

"Did he ever do anything else?" James asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

Sirius sat up a bit.

"How would I know? I don't keep track of everything he does?"

James also sat up.

"You knew about him smoking."

"Yes well he didn't exactly make an effort to hide that." He sat up right. "Why do you want to know?"

James thought for a minute.

Why did he want to know?

It wasn't because he cared or that he was worried his health, of that much he knew.

How could you be worried about someone so horrible?

Admittedly he knew that it wasn't really fair to make that judgment without knowing him but truthfully he didn't want to.

"Sorry, I don't know it just sort of came into my mind."

He heard Sirius lie down again.

"It's fine, night prongs."

"Night pads."