No. 2


"How in the hell am I supposed to take care of things if I'm always out fighting in this God dammed fucking war, Sirius?"

"Figure it out! This place is a fucking wreck, and you're home more often than I am!"

"I am not! I'm always out on Dumbledore's orders, talking to magical creatures, trying in vain to get them on our side! They scream and yell and beat me down, and whenever I am home, I'm either sleeping off the pain or in that fucking cellar tearing myself to pieces! I have no time to clean, you asshole!"

"Oh, so I'm an asshole, now, am I? I'm an asshole for wanting the basics in life?"

"'Wanting the basics in life'? Are you fucking kidding me? A clean house is not a 'basic' in life, Sirius Black. It may very well be what you're used to, having grown up in two different mansions for your entire childhood, and then Hogwarts! But it is in no way a fucking basic. I never had that luxury!"

"It's not a luxury, Remus! It is a basic, because that's what most children and adults live with! Honestly, how could you not know that?"

"Open your fucking eyes and take a look around. Purebloods live with a clean house. Us poor, poor half-bloods and Mudbloods have to usually live with abuse and filth."

"Don't pull the blood card on me, Lupin! That's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair. One would think after a year and a half of fighting in a war, you would've realized this, Black. Or are you just that thick?"

"That is it! I'm going out- alone- and I'll see you in the morning. We'll settle this later, fuckhead."

The door slammed.