“That’s exactly what I want to do,” Sirius replied. He sat up now—leaned forward over his bent knees. “I’m already in trouble with them, Wormtail. What do you imagine it means to be a disinherited Black, anyway? I’m in trouble with them, and I plan on continuing to get into trouble with them whenever and however I can.”
“But you don’t want to get expelled,” Remus spoke up, finally joining the others on the grass. “And you’re already on probation, Padfoot…”
“Oh, who cares?” Sirius relaxed again. “There’s a war on. School isn’t…”
“You can’t think like that,” argued Remus. “If you go starting fights with every sodding pureblood out there, you’ll…”
“Catch a few death eaters?”
“End up dead or in Azkaban.”
“Everyone ends up dead eventually,” said Sirius carelessly, and Peter looked back at him immediately.