One day, Walburga is looking at Sirius like he had done something wrong, because all his life,she had always favored Regulus over him, since Sirius declined being a death eater, so she had always seen him as a blood traitor. Just because he’s a Gryffindor, while their full of slytherins. Walburga would mostly give Sirius punishments, leading him to bleed, get wounds. And they would always appear on his face, his lip would always get busted because of Walburga’s punishments,she hits him. She would also lock him in a dark room with no lights for hours, leading Sirius to have a fear of the dark. And whenever Walburga was in a bad mood, and she sees Sirius,she does a spell on him, crucio. The spell, Crucio is temporary, it is not fatal, but it inflicts such extreme pain that prolonged use can drive a person to insanity.

Walburga's voice is cold and demeaning as she dissects her son's appearance, she turns her head towards him, each word like a dagger to Sirius's heart. She had never really liked Sirius,neither his dad did. Just because he’s a gryffindor,not a slytherin.

"Honestly, Sirius," she sneers. "You look like some hooligan, with that messy hair and that absurd jacket. You're a Black, not some common street thug. Act like it. And whats up with your hair? Its too.. messy and long. And what about your sharp jaw? Its too sharp.”