Sirius was pleased at Regulus' reaction to his news. At his question, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small, black leatherbound journal with a gold pawprint on the cover. He tossed it onto the table between them. "We made them at school, to keep in touch after graduation, but no one ended up using them. Today Remus wrote in his, to see if anyone lived."
Sirius' expression darkened, and he took on the very familiar bitter, venomous tone he used when talking about Peter. "Unfortunately, The Rat still had his too. Tried to act like he was sorry. But the Order's prepared for everything," and with that, Sirius pulled out a small, antique mirror from his other pocket, setting it on the table as well. "Speak the name of someone else in the Order and if they've got theirs, they can answer and talk to you. Like calling through the Floo, only portable. So Remus and I spoke today." Aside from the conversation with Remus, this was more than Sirius had said without shouting in quite some time. It was nice to be slightly less sullen for a change.