Chapter 341: Parents, Rules, and Useless Answers
Through the ground-floor corridor to Orion's study. The door stood open, and Regulus walked in.
Fresh mail had piled on the desk since he'd left, at least two new stacks. Envelopes in every color, most sealed with wax stamps bearing family crests.
He didn't stop to look. Straight through to the far wall.
The Black family portrait hanging there was dozing. A wave of his hand and it slid aside without a sound, revealing the stone door behind it.
Heavy. He pushed it open, stepped through, and it closed behind him with a deep thud.
The training room was modest, rectangular, rough grey stone on every surface. The ceiling rose high overhead, a few lamps hanging from it, the light dim but serviceable.
A duel was in progress.
A bolt of red light shot across the room. Disarming Charm. Decent aim, decent speed, heading straight for Sirius's chest.
Sirius sidestepped left, dropping low, and rolled across the floor.