Sirius: "The great and mighty Regulus Arcturus Black"
Regulus: *Groans in pain*
Sirius: "Youngest to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black!"
Sirius: "One of the Sacred Twenty-Eight!"
Regulus: *The vile stench of smoke hits him and his eyes flutter open*
Sirius: *Beaming down at Regulus* "Named after a Celestial Being!" *He is shouting louder now* "Sorted into the esteemed house of Slytherin. His power knows no bounds!"
Regulus: *Tries to push Sirius away, failing epically*
Sirius: "Bravely he steps onto the Quidditch Pitch. The crowd erupts from his sheer awesomeness, he mounts his broom and takes off. The wind tousles his hair, his fans are cheering louder than before, screaming, ecstatic. He throws back his head and yells at the top of his lungs 'GO SLYTHERIN!!!'
Sirius: *Grin widens more* "Until five seconds later he is promptly hit with a bludger."
Regulus: "Sod off!"
Sirius: *Cluckles*
Regulus: *Smiles weakly*
Sirius: "How are you feeling?"
Regulus: "How do you think?"