"That makes two of us. But who's to say? It's his brother." James shrugged. His memories of Regulus Black from school weren't all that positive, but at least the kid hadn't been a Death Eater at his core. It couldn't have been any easier growing up in that house for him than it had been for Sirius, and knowing what James did of what the elder Black brother had gone through with his parents, he could be generous toward the younger.
"Think he'll be holding court with Madam Minister?" he asked, eyebrows arching. "I don't know how keen I am to go wading into that viper pit just yet."