Chapter 4: Say that wearing clothes is against your religion.
It was the beginning of the Summer holidays, and Sirius wasn't keen on returning to the madhouse. And that really was saying something, because Hogwarts was the maddest place on earth according to James.
His mother would try and force him into a green tuxedo for the annual party with the Black family… He'd be forced to smile at darling psychotic Bellatrix and to socialise with perfect Narcissa.
Andromeda, the last Black sister, had been disinherited – it was one of the proudest moments of the Black son's life. He had the utmost respect for her, because she chose to follow her heart over following tradition.
Once he appeared at Grimmauld Place, he let loose a heavy sigh. He also made sure his lunatic mother could hear it. He actually preferred detention with Filch to home. Though home was with Prongs, not where his mum would scowl, glare, shout, yell (and every other possible synonym for those words) at him, while his father would ignore him in iciness, waiting for Sirius' rebel phase to pass.
Not gonna happen, though. Sirius loved his rebellion against the Black legacy, it was hilarious, at least to himself and he was sure to Andromeda too.
That's why, that evening when they all sat down for 'family fun time' (as Sirius thought of it in a cynical tone), but was actually three hours where he was told he was a disappointment and how Reg was great, awesome and whatever the heck else, he went downstairs, wearing only his pride.
"Sirius!" Walburga shrieked, covering her eyes. "What in the name of Salazar, Merlin, Mordred and Morgana is going on?"
"What about Rowena, Helga and Godric? You forgot them." Sirius inserted, frowning.
"Cover yourself!" His mother yelled, shielding Reg's eyes from his brother's indecency, but Sirius swore he saw the kid smirking at his antics. Sirius grinned – Reg wasn't really that bad, he was just the typical prissy English heir and school boy with excellent marks.
"I will not!" Sirius boomed, sticking out his chest.
"Sirius, listen to your mother and go put on some bloody clothes!" His father commanded him. Sirius was in serious danger of starting to laugh before he could utter the last lines.
"No. Wearing clothes is against my religion. And it's very liberal…" he started swinging his hips back and forth, a wide grin on his face. Reg hid his laughter behind his hands.
