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Sirius opened the fridge, frowning when his eyes couldn’t find the firewhisky he had saved for himself. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his long hair and closed the refrigerator door.
That little wanker better not.
"Regulus!" he bellowed and groaned when he was met with silence.
A burp escaped from Regulus' lips as he heard his brother stomping up the stairs. His eyes flickered to the empty bottle of firewhisky that relaxed on the floor, he grinned.
"You should have drank it sooner." Another burp escaped from his lips, "Idiot." Regulus couldn’t help but giggle at Sirius' furious face.