"That’s only because you’ve always had more reason to doubt him." She took a drawn out sip of her tea, looking up at the whirling ceiling fan as if she was debating with herself whether or not to continue speaking. "He told me, Remus, he told me what he did to you that summer. Sirius sat and he cried because he knew he had fucked up, he knew he had betrayed you, and he did it all for a pathetic bit of revenge on a classmate." She once again tapped her fingers on the side of her mug, a nervous habit she seemed to have. "I wouldn’t blame myself, if I were you. If he had done it once, given up everything good for a thrill, I would see how you may think he’d do it again."