Sirius left last night. The only Black left about him is the five letters in his last name that just so happen to fall in the same sequence.
I can't say I don't miss him, though.
He was rather nasty to me, as well. He told me that the reason that Rodolphus hadn't come in yesterday to see me wasn't that he thought that I'd give him my illness, but rather that Sirius told him that they'd LOST me to the FLU!! He's lucky I don't know any Unforgivables (that well, anyway) Or else I'd have used the Killing Curse on him right then and there. Then at least I'd show Andromeda that not only can I kill someone, but I can kill them if they're my own blood. Luckily my darling was sat in the parlour with Daddy, talking.
I'm feeling a bit better today, too. I am a bit tired, but Rodolphus is indeed coming back this afternoon, so perhaps we can do something. I'm not sure what, though. I mean, what can we do? I might like him to sit with me on my chaise and read to me a bit, not that I couldn't read myself; just, I could listen to him for hours.