OI, Goblin

[alt_sirius]

Regulus Arcturus Black. What do you think you're playing at, goblin?

You know, Father might have been a miserable sod who didn't think twice about using the dark arts, but bloody hell, Reg, there were limits to what he'd practise.

And now this? If I find out you've had anything to do with leaving that little girl 'orphaned,' so help me, Reg, I'll kill you myself.

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[alt_regulus]

Leave her out of this.

If you want to cast hexes at me, fine.

[alt_sirius]

Yeah, big surprise. Have you forgot your private room at St Mungo's?

You know what, forget it. It's no wonder you grovel and lick his boots. You're probably itching for more and more degrading assignments - you seem to interpret getting kicked the same as getting patted, after all.

I wonder if Father would have been so pleased with your career choice if he'd known how much toadying it required.

[alt_regulus]

It's not as though she's the only one who ever hexed me, though you're right: you never quite sent me to hospital. Maybe you just weren't as skilled.

And, no. I don't suppose Father would be satisfied with either of us. It's hard to imagine we could have come out any more disappointing, you or me.