Sirius glanced at Remus, a grin on his lips in lieu of a clever response. After all, Remus was entirely correct, just as Draco had undoubtedly capitalized on the fact that there were no other Sirius Black’s to be found.<br/>“I, uh,” he stalled, struggling to maintain both lines of thought. He abandoned the counter, to properly join the conversation, pulling out the chair next to Remus’.<br/>“No, I knew him growing up,” Sirius corrected as he took a seat. “To be honest, I don’t know if they legally disowned him, he just stopped being there.”<br/>He relaxed into the seat, the hum of the oven making for a pleasant white noise as he tried to retrace that fragment of his childhood. “I wasn’t even sure he was alive until I looked him up.”