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Sirius shrugged. He had, indeed, tried what she suggested. He didn't want to shoot it down and cause her more strife about it, because, really, all she wanted to do was help. He just had to face the fact that Regulus was a lost cause.

Sirius looked up at her earnest face and tried to make her see that he had the door open, but knew Regulus would never come. He shrugged again.

"Don't worry about it, Marketa. I have a family; and he has one, also. We may be worlds apart, but the little kid I once lived is still in here," he patted his chest to indicate his heart. "Hell, I still love him... but we're on different sides. He's proven over and over that James and Remus and Peter are better brothers. I don't want that hanging over me."

"Before I ran away," Sirius began gravely. "The 'Dark Lord' tried to recruit me as a 'Death Eater'. In fact, that was largely the reason why I left. You see, as I'm the heir to the 'Ancient and Most Noble House of Black' so Voldemort assumed that I would be a sure add to his list of minions. He was wrong.

Now, I don't know if they are attacking muggles, but I sure as hell know that they are gaining power in the wizarding world. If they aren't attacking muggles already, they soon will be... with all that 'blood superiority' and all."

His face was full of spite, now. Passionate and angry. He nervously ran his fingers through his hair.

"I've heard odd things about this so-called Dark Lord - having to do with his thirst for power and immortality. They say that he is one of the most powerful dark wizards that has ever emerged... opposing him will be sure death.

I don't care, though. I'll never join that kind of lot."

Sirius looked at her, his gray eyes filled with sorrow. He smiled with embarrassment at his little rant. It didn't even fully address her question!

"It's highly unlikely that they will be singled out for targeting," Sirius assured her. "Especially if they don't live in Britain..."

Sirius did not know much about Marketa's parents, but he did know that if they lived in another country, it would be a long shot to think that they could be harmed. But, times were getting dark.

Sirius burst out laughing. In fact, for a moment, the laughter was so loud that he was almost afraid that his napping friend would awake. Almost.

"Ah, yes. It would be better if it was more certain. Life itself is unpredictable, though. All I can say is that you should take it as it comes and focus on your studies," Sirius told her, still smiling.

Sirius smiled. "That's really sweet of you to say, considering we haven't known eachother that long." He looked down at his shoes, ignoring the plaiting, which made him think of old days when he used to chase after the pretty pig-tailed girls at the playground... things were so much simpler when he was younger.

"Of course not!" He said automatically, his head bobbing up. "Just thinking is all. Your hair reminded me of... happier times, I suppose." He grinned foolishly, both at his response and at the way Marketa was looking at him.

Sirius looked taken aback. "No, no no," he said, alarmed. "I sware I wasn't laughing at you! I'd rather you not hex me..."

He scooted away from her a little bit.

Sirius tsked, refraining from letting out a chuckle. "Your jokes are a lot meaner than James' and mine," he pouted, putting an emphasis on the word 'meaner' and punctuating it with an extension of his upper lip.