Chapter 141: Why Don't You Two Fight It Out
The Hogwarts Express shuddered to a halt at King's Cross. Steam billowed across the platform, swallowing it in white fog.
Students poured from the carriages. Parents waved from the far end, calling names, pulling children into embraces.
Regulus and Sirius walked side by side. Hard to miss.
One wore black wizard's robes, the Black family crest pinned at his collar, stride measured, gaze still. The other wore Muggle jeans and a flannel shirt, hair a mess, impatience written across his face.
They were nearly the same height, their features cut from the same mold: high bridge of the nose, deep-set eyes, thin lips.
But the resemblance ended at the surface.
Regulus was contained, though everyone knew the edge was there.
Sirius looked ready to catch fire at any moment, and he'd burn himself as readily as anyone else.
A cluster of younger girls stole glances, whispering to each other.