Chapter 151: A Textbook Performance [bonus]
"Honor?" Sirius shoved to his feet. His chair skidded backward across the floor.
"Look at that thing! The box is leaking dark energy! Bella, being driven mad by Voldemort wasn't enough for you? Now you want to drag Regulus down with you?"
Bellatrix's head snapped toward him, her voice cold enough to crack stone. "Shut your mouth. Traitors don't get a say in this room. You think you're fit to pass judgment on the Dark Lord's gift?"
Regulus had no doubt that if they'd been anywhere but the Black ancestral home, Bellatrix would have attacked Sirius on the spot. With the worst curse she knew.
Color flooded Sirius's face. His fists clenched white at the knuckles.
"I'm trash? Then what are you? Voldemort's rabid dog? Trailing behind him, licking his..."
"Enough." Orion's voice wasn't loud. It didn't need to be.
He braced one hand on the table's edge and rose, gaze sweeping first over Sirius, then settling on Bellatrix, then finally coming to rest on Regulus.
Regulus didn't look up. His face showed nothing. His eyes were fixed elsewhere.