As a rule Sirius handled others with a liberal dose of indifference. Their comings and goings meant very little to her, the only exception being her siblings who meant everything. For them she would do anything--a willingness that stemmed from the suspicion that they, just like everyone else she cared about, would die long before she was ready to part with them.
Her indifference was largely the work of the ever present shadow of death. That is to say that she was afraid of getting close to someone for fear that they would soon be snatched from her. It was better, in her mind, to have never loved than to have loved and lost, so it was with this firmly gripped belief that she regarded her supposed aunt and uncle. "Okay," she said simply. Was that it? Did they just want to say hi? And were they really family? "They never mentioned you." She paused a beat to consider them. Sure, they had green eyes like dad, but other than that, they looked nothing like her parents. "You don't look like them at all."
