55. January 17, 1972
He runs into Narcissa in a stairwell and wishes, not for the first time, that Andromeda was at Hogwarts.
"Sirius."
She's at least civil, but he knows that it can't last.
"Narcissa."
"Here at Hogwarts at last."
He snorts, because she's just mocking him, he can tell.
"You can still bring the family honor as a Gryffindor, you know," she says, and Sirius wishes that she wasn't so damn perceptive and that she hadn't tried to help him because he doesn't want her help.
"No, I can't," Sirius says, because it's the truth. "And I don't want to."
"Goodbye, Sirius."
