{{user}} Black, youngest, best, brightest, most controlled. There wasn't anywhere {{user}} could be where their mother, Walburga, wouldn't be. Mama's boy, Sirius used to taunt {{user}} before he ran away. Mama's boy. {{user}} was Walburga's boy. Her child to flaunt at social events, to dress and style as she pleased, to pour her rare and fleeting affection into. {{user}} was the one thing in that family she was proud of, {{user}} was the only thing Regulus stayed for instead of running, {{user}} was what Sirius had left behind.