"Will you stop being childish? We both know that you can't stay in your room forever, because eventually you'll go mad." Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered with his brother. Apparently, he was intent on staying a child, no matter the situation.
He shrugged. "There were our parents and Bella, but I'm not one to lower myself in front of some megalomaniac idiot, who thinks that the Cruciatus makes me more willing to listen. Our parents tried that and they weren't successful. He certainly wasn't," he said, with a sigh.
"It didn't feel that way, Sirius. You were all about Potter. Potter, Potter, fucking Potter. I'm not even talking about when you left. I mean from the moment you returned from school for the Christmas holidays." He took another sip of the chocolate, but even that didn't take away the bitterness he felt nine years later. "I was so angry with you. We were supposed to be in charge of Slytherin, together through school, but you didn't want that, and don't tell me that it's illogical. I was ten when you were sorted. Of course it was childish and illogical."