Welcome brother
Oh, I’m just a kid
I never use my brain
I only use my heart
And my imagination
Oh, I’m just a kid
I always make mistakes
And I never say I'm sorry
Cause there mistakes that I made
Regulus would have loved to pick up his brother at the station, but once again, Walburga wouldn't let him. She and Orion left early in the morning for the station, wanting to make sure Sirius wouldn't try to go anywhere.
It was June and it was hot despite the traditional UK summer temperature. Regulus was sweating, wrapped in black clothes, maybe it wasn't the best idea to wear black in summer, but almost all the poor boy's clothes were that colour.
Regulus was looking forward to the moment Sirius would show up, he had planned hundreds of things to do together this summer, broomstick flights, lots of card games, slumber parties, escapades into the woods, Hogwarts talks, he had even been collecting all of the sweets he had been able to in order to share them with Sirius when he got back.
As soon as the first footsteps were heard in the house, Regulus ran downstairs to see his brother. He went to hug him but at the last moment he decided that it would be better not to, his mother looked at his older brother with those eyes full of anger and Regulus thought that the hug would only get him into more trouble.
— Sirius! You're back! — Walburga's gaze went from Sirius to the little boy, he took it as a sign to stop yelling and calm down a bit and continued — welcome home brother.
— Um… Oh, hi Reggie. — Sirius said without taking his eyes off his mother —
Sirius didn't seem to be happy to be home at all. Regulus looked at his brother, his fist clenched so tightly that the nails were cutting into his palm. Sirius really hated to be back.
Regulus heard some knocks on the door of his room and instinctively his back straightened and his skin grew goosebumps. Once he herd his brother's voice asking if he could come in, he relaxed, put down the book he was reading and went to open.
— Hello — Regulus opened, stepping aside for the older one to enter the room —
Sirius walked in and sat down on Regulus's huge bed.
— I needed a break from those two before dinner, they're driving me crazy with the preparations for Bella's wedding and I've only been here a day. — Sirius lay down and all his long black hair fell on the little boy's sheets. —
— Yup, they've been like this for over a month, I think I've practiced more ballroom dancing this May than in my entire life together.
Regulus tried to joke, but it wasn't a lie, his feet still ached, and practice had been over for days. Sirius looked at him with pity in his eyes, but he didn't get up from the bed.
— Merlin Reg! How did you bear it? I've only practiced three waltzes and I think I've left Cissy with no toes to tread on.
Regulus shrugged, smiling. — Face it Sirius, I'm a better dancer than you.
— You little shit! How dare you question the dancing skills of the prodigal son of the noble house of Black?
He turned slightly and tossed a cushion to his little brother. Within seconds they were both throwing cushions and laughing. After a few minutes, Regulus lay down on the bed next to his brother, catching his breath and laughing.
— Mom says that Bellatrix's wedding dress is going to be green and silver, I couldn't help but laugh when they showed me the photograph, it's horrible — Reggie continued laughing as they both rested on the bed —
— Green and silver?! Gotta be joking! I swear he's crazy! Green? Who in their right mind would think of marrying in bloody green? — Sirius looked at his little brother, his pupils shone with the reflection of tears of laughter, he couldn't help but smile at it. Without a doubt Sirius's favourite part of his brother was his smile, that smile of his Reggie. — Reggie, we will have to pray that the blood of madness has not reached us little brother.
— Too late, I think it's already arrived for you, I'll miss you Sirius. — Regulus continued laughing, Sirius laughed too. —
— I understand, you have not been comfortable with the first beating, and you want another. Done, little Reggie Black rematch granted, ready to bite the dust little guy?
— Ha! Let the six hundred classes of coordination be noted. Go ahead, you're going to get mauled by a little guy.
They both got to their feet and began throwing cushions into the air in a second fight.
Shoes thrown on the floor, Sirius's long hair electrifying up, Regulus's emerald eyes shining, shirts wrinkled, main pillow crushed by the order’s red socks, summer light making a reflection in the mirror and falling on the closed book of the youngest, laughter, blows, and for an instant, both brothers were just children fighting with cushions.
(Kids – Current Joys)