library-mermaid:

“I used to be there,” said Sirius, pointing at a small, round, charred hole in the tapestry, rather like a cigarette burn. “My sweet old mother blasted me off after I ran away from home…” Sirius smiled bitterly and ran his fingers through his long, unkempt hair. “I hated the whole lot of them: my parents, with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal…my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them…that’s him. He was younger than me,” said Sirius, “And a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.”

Ft. the art of Bola Ogunjobi
Latin edition {x}