Sirius took a long pull from his glass, not even tasting whatever was inside it. His mother, sitting serenely beside him, whispered something to his father, and they both laughed. Suddenly the wine tasted foul, metallic and wrong, and he quickly put the glass down.
No, not even Hell would be this bad.
Walburga Black glanced at him, her eyes cutting through him like a hot knife, the shifted over to Remus and James, who were sitting on his other side.
"Can I kill her?" He whispered, so only James and Remus could hear. "Just a little?"