"Oscar who? What the hell are you talking about, Remus? And really, I don't know what you're on about, but this is the Black family. I might not know how things were, but we did grow up with Kreacher around, and let me tell you, there's little that it's proper according to him," he said. "I think you'll have to find another way to go about this."
James snorted. "Too late. You should keep the talking to the minimum or we get bored while you talk, and really this is so much easier. I'm still alive, so it's all good." He grinned. "You're more afraid of Regulus than of Sirius, is that it? I'm not sure what that means about your relationship with Regulus."
He turned the volumes around and shrugged. "You sure? I won't tell unless we get caught, in which case it's all your fault."
James put the tomes back in their place and closed the glass again. "I bet they check for fingerprints to see if anyone touched them. We'll have Kreacher interrogate us soon enough." He turned to face Remus. "Sure, what do you need?"