The way Sirius’ laughter rang out in the kitchen made Draco feel at ease, having never felt that it was appropriate for him to express hatred towards his father before. However, it was so clear to him that Sirius knew exactly what he was talking about and that was cathartic in a way that Draco would have never dreamt it could.<br/>Gingerly, Draco fished his phone out of his pocket, placing it on the table next to his mug and looking at it. He felt that if he was to do this, he had to do it now, knowing that he would otherwise lose his nerve.<br/>“I’ll do it,” Draco stated, equally to himself and to Sirius. He felt that he had to say it out loud to his father before he saw it in The Sun, wanting to be able to get his reaction.<br/><br/>It hadn’t been an unusually hard nor difficult day for Remus, yet he could still feel his shoulders fall down as he entered the home he shared with Sirius.<br/>“Pads?” He called inside, as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it on a hook in the hallway.