I just realized something. Neither this, nor my other story, has a disclaimer. I just thought it would be a good thing to mention that I, no matter how strange it may seem to you, don't own Harry Potter. Nor his godfather, said godfather's family, friends or relatives. Surprise.
Finding out that your love is a transvestite is sadly usually unappreciated among boys in the younger teens. Regulus was no exception.
"I HATE YOU!" At the indeed very clear statement from the younger boy, Sirius nodded.
"Sure. Didn't I tell you that things aren't always as they seem?" Regulus glared.
"Sure you did. At least ten t… Wait! You knew!" Sirius frowned.
"Well duh. I told you I knew her, right?"
"Him, is more like it. It works to." Sirius simply smiled at that.
"When are you going to learn that prejudging isn't good for you? Being a transvestite doesn't make the person a freak or something. And last time I checked, you had a crush on her. A severe one, I might ad." He yawned. "For now though, dear bro, I'm of to bed. Any snake found in my room will be brutally eaten, so for once, look their cages, m'key?" Sirius casual manner was as fake as his girlfriends blonde hair, but the threat was real. Last time Regulus's pet snake had had little baby snakes, they had all been mysteriously dead by the end of the week, since none of them failed to find their way into Sirius's shoes, bed or wardrobe. Truth to be told, Sirius was pretty frightened by the mere sight of the snakes. They seemed greasy and cold, and he stubbornly ignored Regulus when he claimed that they weren't.
"Right." Regulus muttered, still pissed about the whole transvestite incident. "'Night."
"Nighty, sugar." Sirius smiled, and slammed his door shut.