"So, Walburga, how was your time without your sorry disgrace for a son around?" I asked.
"Perfectly fine, Shafiq, or should I say, Baines?" Sirius's mother smiled darkly. "I'm sorry. I often forget that someone took you for their spouse."
"Better Stanislaw than your cousin," I snarled.
"Really? So tarnishing your bloodline with Muggle blood is better than marrying to keep your line pure?"
I shook my head in disbelief. "You haven't changed at all. Is Orion sober?"
"Why?"
"I would like to make negotiations. I want to take your son for the summer to try to straighten him out. Perhaps convince the professors to change his House?"
"ORION!" she shrieked.
"Wha'?" he slurred, stumbling into the room.
"Rebecca wants to take your eldest to attempt to straighten him out. Perhaps change his House."
"Le' her. Ge' the disgrace ou' of my house."
"Azalia!" I shouted. My daughter appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Yes, Mother?" she asked.
"Take Sirius, get him down here, and we're taking him to ours."
"Yes, Mother!" She eagerly ran to get Sirius.
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"Your room is up the stairs, second corridor to the right, third door to the left. Bathroom is second door down the hall from your room, Azalia is between you and the bathroom. Any questions, you ask Azalia."
"Mother," Azalia said.
"Yes?" I asked.
She pulled on my wrist so that I was about her height. "I need to meet with Godfather, and then James, and then I need to get Headmaster's approval to contact Professor Slughorn about an extracurricular project that I'm doing," she whispered.
"I'm sure that can be arranged," I reassured her, kissing her forehead.
She wiped the spot dramatically. "Mother."
"Right." I chuckled.
"Come on, Sirius, your stuff is being brought over by Thomas and Regina as we speak. You'll want to unpack," she told her friend.
He followed her to his room.