the_debt_of_time

"What have you done?!" Walburga screamed when she burst into his room to
witness him on the bed, lazily flipping through a magazine as if he had not a care in the
world.
Sirius offered her an innocent look. "What's that, Mother? I haven't done anything.
I'm just sitting here, enjoying my lovely holiday with my delightful family. Relaxing for a
bit and reading. Do you know what a motorcycle is?" he mused aloud as he returned his
attention to the magazine.
"You ignorant and ungrateful child, what are those?" She pointed to the canopy of
Sirius's bed.
He turned his attention toward the ceiling, following her shaking index finger, as
though he were unaware anything was, in fact, on the canopy of his bed.
Sirius smiled and turned slowly back to her. "Why, dear Mother, they appear to be
large photographs of women in various degrees of dress, or undress, depending on how you
want to see it. Bikinis." He grinned as he relaxed back on his pillows to stare up, letting out
a happy sigh. "Muggles come up with the best things ever."
She tried to remove the offending material, but Sirius was well-versed in Sticking
Charms. He had been enjoying himself far too much to admit that he did not know the
counter-spell to remove them even if she threatened to Avada him.
She swore he would be punished for it, but Sirius was no longer afraid of the back
of her hand. She could try to hit him all she liked, but he would never again back down.
It was with this same cocky ego that Sirius entered Malfoy Manor, five feet behind
his properly dressed family. Walburga was in a finely made purple gown on the arm of his
father in traditional—yet stylish—black dress robes with his long ebony hair tied back with
a leather thong. Regulus—ever the doting son—held Walburga's other hand, dressed to
match Orion perfectly.
Sirius, however, strolled into the manor wearing black jeans, dragonskin boots, and
his hands in the pockets of his long, open robes. His hair was left messy and down, hanging
nearly to his shoulders.
"Cygnus." Walburga smiled as they approached her youngest brother, who stood
proudly beside Abraxas Malfoy.
A cookie-cutter version of Sirius's mother in appearance, his uncle, unsurprisingly,
barely smiled at her presence. His scowling attention was all for Sirius. "I see you're