Who better to stand guard than Remus? Considering it was his fault that Sirius had ended up here in the first place. None of this would have happened if he hadn't been so weak, charmed like the schoolboy he was by an intriguingly uncommon smile and a sob story that only a true fool could have believed. It was enough to make him crave the mindless abandon of transformation; at least then he wouldn't have to live with what he'd done to his best friend.
The sound of his name makes him whirl about, wand at the ready, keeping the bulk of his frame between Sirius and the intruder. "You," he hisses in a voice that's barely recognizable as his own, eyes wide and wild with a dangerous sort of light. His wand hand twitches, but he doesn't attack; the quarters are too close here and if Regulus retaliates, a stray spell could hit Sirius. No, when he attacks - and he will attack – he'll have one chance and one chance alone. He'll have to make sure it counts.
He'll have to make sure his hand isn't shaking.
"You have the nerve to show up here? After what you've done?"
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The sound of his name makes him whirl about, wand at the ready, keeping the bulk of his frame between Sirius and the intruder. "You," he hisses in a voice that's barely recognizable as his own, eyes wide and wild with a dangerous sort of light. His wand hand twitches, but he doesn't attack; the quarters are too close here and if Regulus retaliates, a stray spell could hit Sirius. No, when he attacks - and he will attack – he'll have one chance and one chance alone. He'll have to make sure it counts.
He'll have to make sure his hand isn't shaking.
"You have the nerve to show up here? After what you've done?"