"It's rather ironic that werewolves were much safer with our side than yours." He looked at the exhibits while they walked, more interested in the wizarding events than the myth. It was hard to give them any significance without the proper context. "It's strange to be using words like 'our side'. I spent almost a year being on no one's side. Distrusting both sides equally, hating both leaders equally. It was my dream, that Voldemort and Dumbledore would kill each other and leave us free, and yet here we are, forty-three years later, and they still have our side and theirs."
Regulus' voice softened. "Sirius still doesn't know me. We might not be enemies, but we aren't friends." A tiny smile appeared on his face. "He wasn't too thrilled when I said that, was he? I didn't mean to get you in any trouble with him, but he has the ability of making me lose my calm. I should really try and be more collected around him, but it never works."
He turned to face Remus. "What would these traits be? Because I can't possibly imagine that we share any." Maybe their arrogance, but Sirius would never call it that.