[ contrarily, this place has never been a home to sirius. even when he was too young to really question his family's ideals, he had always felt uncomfortable here, suffocated in a way he hadn't really understood until he'd gotten a little older.
after that it became a prison. it's hateful, this house, everything about it dark and treacherous and wrong. even being here now makes his heart uneasy. at regulus' question he gives a derisive snort. ]
No.
[ the coast seems clear enough, so sirius lowers his wand, and with his free hand, snags regulus gently above the elbow and begins to guide him forward, moving quickly and quietly across the abandoned gardens and to the back door. ]
no subject
after that it became a prison. it's hateful, this house, everything about it dark and treacherous and wrong. even being here now makes his heart uneasy. at regulus' question he gives a derisive snort. ]
No.
[ the coast seems clear enough, so sirius lowers his wand, and with his free hand, snags regulus gently above the elbow and begins to guide him forward, moving quickly and quietly across the abandoned gardens and to the back door. ]