Severus shrugged. Contemplating the ins and outs of Sirius Black had never been of much interest to him. "You know him better than I do. Laughing maniacally after an explosion that had killed several Muggles and his friend did not help his cause. Well, presumably killed his friend. Regrettably, Pettigrew survived."
"It did make him easy to manipulate," he said with a smirk. Horace had been more tiresome than anything else. Constantly trying to test the waters and see how things were going to pan out.
"It's a moot point anyway," Severus replied. "What's done is done. He is dead. The Dark Lord is dead. Unfortunately, so are we. Which I am going to claim is the bigger tragedy."
He gave a short laugh. "Far be for me to deny you your smugness."