“They won’t let it go!” Sirius was pacing, talking at you rather than to you. He would interrupt with a new point if you tried.

Apparently— from what you’d gathered from his frazzled rambling— The Black family did not like his Gryffindor pride and hadn’t shut up about it whenever they saw each other.

Sirius seeing his parents was more rare than seeing unicorns but it still happened— after all, he still saw and (sometimes) spoke to Regulus.

His mother would drop by the Potter household unannounced to ‘check’ on her son, though you and the other marauders were almost certain it was just to make herself feel superior. Walburga was a rather…proud and prissy individual.

“Seriously! I saw dad the other day— I know right!” He was talking to himself about it now, “I didn’t think he’d talk to me but all he said was ‘still a blood-traitor? And still Gryffindor?’ Like Merlin’s Beard— of course I’m still Gryffindor!”

He finally stopped pacing, flopping down on the bed, “even when I’m not in their lives I’m not good enough for them.”