Sirius rose an eyebrow and shook his head at Regulus' words. "Never describe your cat as sweet again, bro. Manly Black men don't talk nonsense like that. How did you even get a cat? Walburga would have a right fit if I asked for one." Recently, Sirius had gotten into the habit of distancing himself from his mother, and that started by calling her by her first name. He couldn't still think of her as his mother if he was planning to leave. Or to never go back. He hadn't entirely decided on that part yet. And if talking with Andromeda was any preview as to what was coming, Sirius wasn't sure he wanted to be anywhere near Grimmauld Place. Not that he ever enjoyed being there.
"Stop talking out your arse. Every season except summer is bollocks. Snow is pretty and all, but it's fucking cold. My body doesn't have enough blubber or flubber or whatever to keep it warm. I should ask Wo--Peter for advice." Sirius chewed on his lip as he thought about his brother's question. How would he get back at the sun? "Well, I'd just make a better one. Bigger and brighter and warm. And I would keep it in my room and never have need for this lying sun ever again." Not that it would ever happen, but Sirius would adore his own personal sun.
"You're underestimating me, Reg. She tried to keep me from dressing up as her. She knew better, though. I think she was pretty shocked at how ace I was at being her. I tried to take points from Slytherins, but it didn't work. So while everyone else was fooled, the emeralds and rubies weren't. What about you, why didn't you have a date?"