And here's what happens to pureblood teenagers that leave their home. They get blasted. Syanora Sirius.
Orion Black was furious than Regulus had ever seen him be before. Walburga Black was no less.
"My son- a black- living with those - those blood traitors!"
Regulus cowered back in fear, Kreacher by his side.
His mother walked towards him glaring at the Black tapestry. It showed all of the Black's history. Regulus looked at his name fondly.
Without warning, his mother aimed her wand at the tapestry, leaving a scorching mark where Sirius Black had been.
"No son of mine!"
Regulus had never seen her so furious. He looked at the scorch mark, his eyes watering.