Sirius looked at James, frowning. Mostly because he was wrapping his mind around that James was even there and wondering why he was here. But he seemed so genuine. It was like him going to Regulus to cheer him up. He shrugged his shoulders, looking at what was left of the howler. "My parents have never been happy with me anyway. I don't care."

He should care, of course. He should be aware of his status and his name and he should behave the proper way. But, as James said, where was the fun in that? "I don't give a damn what my mother wants!"

He yelled it and then looked at James again, smiling. "The Sorting Hat thought I'd be trouble too."

Or 'it', whatever 'it' was.