A/N: Mehh, my penchant for one shot's is ever-growing. So here's another one

"Sirius Orion Black!" screeched Walburga Black, "Get your scrawny arse down here this instant! Your father and I would like a word with you!"

Sirius groans, they must've found the muggle motorbike magazine he left downstairs, or worse, the muggle porn. They hate anything to do with muggles; they think it unworthy to even be in their house of pureblood insanity. He climbs from his bed, taking a look around his Gryffindor-style bedroom; his sanctuary from the stark raving mad people downstairs that he is ashamed to call his family.

"Sirius!" she screeches again, "Are you coming? I want to speak with you, young man!"

"Alright, alright! I've heard you! I'm bloody well coming!" he responds, mooching lazily down the stairs, scratching his fingernails along the expensive wallpaper. He pushes open the door to the drawing room, greeted by the sight of his mother, father and someone he was most definitely not expecting to see there, his cousin, Andromeda Black; the only decent person in his entire family.

"Erm, yes, mother?" he queries, raising an eyebrow questioningly at Andromeda, who shrugs her shoulders in response.

"I would like you to keep Andromeda company whilst we have a talk" his mother replies, giving Andromeda a push on her shoulder, "It would not do for there to be, shall we say, unsavoury ears listening in on our conversation"

When Walburga said that, an expression of utmost distaste appeared over her aristocratic features; masking any little beauty that might once have laid there with hate and snobbery. A wry smile appears on Sirius' face as he grabs Andromeda to stop her from falling.

"It would be my pleasure" responds Sirius, placing an arm around Andromeda's shoulders, "Good day mother, father"

The two cousins exit the drawing room, trying in vain to prevent raucous laughter from escaping their mouths. Sirius grabs Andromeda's hand and runs with her up to his room, where they can relax without putting on a pretence of disgustingly snobbish pure-blooded aristocracy.

"So, Andromeda" sighs Sirius, pouncing on his bed, "What brings you here this fine afternoon?"

"Mother and father have taken Bella and Cissy to some stupid Dark Arts meeting" she yawns, jumping on the bed next to Sirius, "Apparently, they don't think I'm worthy to join them anymore"

"Why's that?"

"Bella told them she saw me snogging a muggle on the porch last week. They weren't best pleased when they found out, 'cause Cissy had spotted me snogging the same one three weeks earlier"

Sirius laughed, "Fancy a crafty fag?"

"Why the hell not; I'm already in the shit"

"Join the club, Mother found my muggle porn a fortnight ago, nearly hexed my dick off"

"Ooh, unlucky my friend, very unlucky" Andromeda laughs, taking the lit cigarette from Sirius then joining him at the window to take a pull of it.

"It's not funny!" Sirius smiles, "I was lucky to get out of that situation with everything in working order!"

Andromeda laughs again, holding onto the windowsill for support.

"You're a one-off you, Sirius Orion Black"

"And don't you know it" he replies quickly, flashing her his trademark wink.