THE THREE BROOMSTICKS - Sirius/Regulus
"I haven't got a cat," Regulus muttered, half under his breath. He took a rather large gulp of his butterbeer, then glanced over his brother. Just behind him, James slid into a booth with Remus. Of course. Regulus couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Back to your old gang, then, huh?" Regulus frowned miserably.