"Dunno. Shopping, I reckon. Who knows what that creep gets up to?" Sirius shrugged his shoulders, not overly concerned. "Mother's portrait is screaming around somewhere too, maybe you can have a talk about my shortcomings. Be like old times."

Sirius laughed, not particularly joyously. This was insane. He was insane. He wished he had someone else here, some way to tell this was real. However, there was one thing that tripped him up. Because, yes, he knew that Regulus had allegedly stopped following Voldemort before dying, but hearing it stated like that, even seeing him sneer at the thought of it...

That didn't seem like something his imagination would have provided. Entirely too hopeful. "So you are a traitor too. You were always a latebloomer."