Sirius
I ignored the gong that resonated up the stairs. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of running to breakfast the moment I was summoned. I heard Regulus run down the stairs. Of couse he wouldn't be late.
After a few more minutes of denying my rumbling stomach I headed downstairs.
My mother looked up as I entered, but to my surprise she didn't say anything about my timing. Father didn't even acknowledge my existence. Not that I really expected him to.
"Sirius you have a place at Hogwarts" said my mother, after a few minutes of strained silence. "The letter came this morning."
"Oh."
She'd opened my letter? I'd been looking forward to doing that all summer. I suppose that's her punishment for me not being on time to breakfast. Or on second thoughts probably not. The old hag is just too nosy not to. My personal privacy obviously doesn't concern her.
"You will do us proud Sirius" said my father. It sounded more of a threat than encouragement. I didn't reply.
"Well done Sirius," said Regulus "I can't wait until I go, will you write and tell me what its like?" He sounded pathetically eager. But at least he's sincere.
"Yeah, fine." I replied shortly
"Every week?" He asked
"Um, well when I have time" I replied before my father cut in.
"You'll do no such thing, writing home every week, I won't have it. I need Gorwalda for business and I'm not buying you an owl." Regulus looked like he was about to cry, the wet blanket. "And anyway it'll toughen you up not whingeing home every second."
The rest of breakfast passed in silence.