"I don't care if you're the Minister of Magic. My name is Sirius Black and if you have a problem with my attitude then deal with it." Sirius said sharply. "I didn't come out of Azkaban to be ordered around by some primadonna."

Oh, it had all been amusing. The three beds, the high heels, the pictures of Tyrant sprawled everywhere, but Sirius wasn't entertained anymore. Now was the time to see who was the most self absorbed narcissist: the firstborn son of Orion and Walburga Black, groomed from birth to be the heir of the ancient and most noble house of Black... or Tyrant Banks?