I sat as far away from my parents as possible at the long wooden table. Sirius sat next to me but Regulus, who was only a year older than me, sat right next to them and began an animated discussion. I shot him a dirty look. He was always the favorite.
 Sirius and I ate in silence. Mother ignored us other than punctuating our determined silence with a “Ophelia, get your hair OUT of your food,” or “Sirius, elbows OFF the table.” Regulus smirked at me from behind her and found himself with a face full of potatoes.
Whoops.