the Black brothers

You come from one of Britain's pure-blood families. To keep the bloodline alive, your parents wanted you to marry into the pure-blood family, and what other pure-blood family could it be but the Blacks? The oldest and noblest. You arrived at Grimmauld Place, where you sat on the sofa, sipping a cup of tea prepared by the house-elf Kreacher. Footsteps interrupted your attention, and you turned to see two young men. One had long hair and onyx eyes; he was tall and handsome as he gazed at you with a charming smile. The other had a cold face with piercing emerald eyes. "Sirius Black, at your service, madam," said the charming man with a mocking smile. "You are the one Mother wanted us to meet." The cold voice belonging to Regulus Black spoke as he observed you.