Right, new chap. For once, I actually have a plotline. Great, eh?
The next morning, Sirius awoke by the kind of slamming, banging and crashing that you would normally hear during an intense bar fight. Regulus was obviously packing, for whatever reason. Sirius slowly dragged himself out of his bed, and opened his bedroom door, still dressed in absolutely nothing.
"Would you stop that? Please?" As normal at ten a.m. in the morning, Sirius looked and sounded like a complete wreck. He felt like one to. "I was sleeping." Regulus looked up from his suitcase, only to wish that he hadn't the next second.
"For Merlin's damned sake, Sirius! Get dressed!" Sirius tilted his head.
"Nah, too tired. Stop the noise, would you?"
"This may come as a bolt from the blue to you, Sirius, but I haven't packed for school yet, and we're supposed to fluu to the train in an hour." Regulus smirked as realization hit his brother. Sirius quickly slammed his door shut, opening it moments later, fully dressed and with at least tree bags, all of them overflowing with hair products, clothes and, for some reason, feathers.
"Can we go now? Please? Pleasepleasepleaseplease?" Sirius whined, giving his best puppy face while doing so. Regulus sighed, but nodding.
"Whatev. Pleased to get rid of me?"
"Ecstatic, is more like it." Sirius said, not noticing the upset look on his brother's face.