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Cain and Abel, in the modern days

Sirius watches from his bedroom window. He has privileged views from the London chimneys and the back garden of Grimmauld Place. All the family is reunited, Orion and Walburga and all their brothers, doing a huddle of veneration around Regulus, fresh from his college for posh retards in France. People have been told that Regulus has benefited from "cultural exchange" during a course. It is a delicate way to say that sending him away was the shortest way to solve a small family scandal related to the daughter of a large family from London and a certain pregnancy that an illegal healer had to solve.

Regulus, the favorite son of the Blacks, is not even capable of coping with an anti-pregnancy potion.

-Asshole- Sirius says through his teeth.

Before dinner, he comes downstairs humming "all together now", ensuring that everyone who meets him can feel properly bothered by his Muggle habits.

He meets Regulus in front of the library. His brother has grown in the last year. Sirius now outgrew him for a couple of years and fewer inches than before. Otherwise, Regulus has changed little. He still has that unbearable attitude of studied indifference. He lifts his chin to speak as if he was trying to intimidate someone.

- At last, the prodigal son appears.

- You don't have to pretend so much joy, Regulus. I will think that you missed me and will go and cry my ass off.

The hallway they met is filled with black magic. Every time they have been together, they have always taken it as a duel to life or death. A year in France has not changed the smell of rotten blood that emanates in the ambiance when Regulus and Sirius meet at the Black household and contain the urge to pull their guts out with their nails.

- I have been told that the French have grown so tired of you that they wanted to tear up the Eiffel Tower to head-butt you with it.

- They have told me that you still have the same rags and unfortunate friendships.

- And haven't they told you that if you go back to messing with my friends they will send your head in a trunk to Hogwarts for it to meet the rest of your filthy body?

- Do not worry about that. I don't feel like wasting time thinking about your friendships. I would recommend that you follow my example but I always knew you've not been so good at making smart decisions.

- All Blacks think slowly, Regulus. Do not worry. Is because of inbreeding, you know. For all those cousins and siblings ​​who married each other.

They growl for a long time and when not even the thought of hurting themselves seems appealing anymore, they went lost in opposite directions of the house, muttering against each other.