Sirius glowered at the dark, silky grain of the table, while his mother blustered on and on and on
about how Sirius’ friends were filth, scum, an absolute shame
on the Wizarding World and on the pure blood of the Blacks.
“Are you quite finished, mother?” he asked icily, standing to leave.
“I want you back downstairs in an hour, Sirius, we have guests coming tonight. Kreacher! Kreacher, where are you?”
Sirius groaned as his mother called the elf. Guests
. That meant – and oh, the joy was unbearable! – Bellatrix and Narcissa.
“Wonderful,” Sirius muttered to himself, stalking out of the kitchen.
On the stairs, he met the small, vile little house-elf that his mother had called from the kitchen.
“Master Sirius,” Kreacher said respectfully, bowing low and adding under his breath, “Ungrateful little swine, oh yes, Kreacher hear what Mistress says about him!”
Naturally, Sirius’ temper was far too foul at the present to deal with the twisted, malevolent elf. He would have pushed the thing aside, had Regulus not appeared on the landing.
The elf bowed so low that his nose was pressed into the carpet. Sirius shot Kreacher a disgusted look and offered his brother a sarcastic bow and said:
“Prince Regulus, do allow me to kiss your feet!”
“Oh ha ha,” Regulus snapped, “I know what you were thinking, Sirius, don’t you be nasty to him!”
Sirius rolled his eyes and stepped around the elf, stamping up in the direction of his room, intending to shut himself in there for as long as he could get away with it.
“You should treat Kreacher with more respect. You never know, one day you might need him, but you’ll have already alienated him.”
Sirius glared at Regulus, then at Kreacher, who was watching with a smug little grin on his face.
“I wont ever need it. And if I do, well then, I’ll just go without.”
“Master Sirius is a bad boy, just as Mistress said!” Kreacher said gleefully, skipping down the stairs to answer Mrs Black’s call.
“Stupid little bat,” Sirius muttered, angry at the world.