"Maybe, but you've had a minority to be a part of. A group that makes you feel as though you belong," Sirius reminded her. "Here? You don't even have that."
Or he hoped she wouldn't. The last thing they needed was an island crawling with Death Eaters and pompous fops.
"Food for thought," he said before he started walking away. The conversation was no longer entertaining him. He needed something fun. He and Fred would have to start stirring things up..