Sirius couldn't understand what was being said. Because he was a Black, a name that had plagued him for years, he was being left out. James and Remus had chosen others over him, because of his bloody name? When James spoke, Sirius shot upright, the anger returning to his face. "Oi, so because I've finally started talking to my brother I'm not good enough for Dumbledore? It wasn't enough my family isolated me because I wasn't good enough for them, but now I'm being isolated from Dumbledore, from you, for not being, well, not a Black?"
"What of Andromeda!?" Sirius said, the words finally beginning to sink in. "Leave her out of this James, don't you think she, if anyone, understands what's going on? You should know better than anyone I'm not about to have a heart-to-heart with Regulus. Just because I don't hate him anymore doesn't make me love him."
Getting off his bed, Sirius wrapped his hand around the side of his bunk bed. "I still have those ties, James. Why is it good enough now? My relationship with Regulus hasn't changed in the past two weeks, and neither has my relationship with Andromeda. In fact, if anything it's gotten better with her. If I wasn't good enough two weeks ago, then I can't be good enough now." Sirius had always been the most childish out of the four, and that was beginning to shine. "Fuck this," he muttered and turned to walk out of the dormitory. "If Dumbledore wants me, Dumbledore knows where to find me."