"We haven't matched since we were toddlers, why the hell would we match now? And how does any of this fix my hair?" Huffing in annoyance, Regulus did not sit. He also did not leave the room so that was something. Angrily, he crossed his arms and gave Sirius an unimpressed look. "Fix my hair."

And then he watched his brother open his wardrobe and the groan was obvious. "Why are half your shirts clumped at the bottom of the wardrobe? They'll get wrinkled!" They must have come off the hangers. "And God, don't wear the red tie or mother will kill you."