His mother actually. She was the kind of lady who tried to raise her kids to be muggle haters. By throwing them down the stairs. Calling them worthless. Or at least him. Reggie got away without it. His fingers gently hold Snapes as he touches a scar. A painfully time with a whip.

"Not that one..."

He said, his dark eyes shining as he he stared at the other boy. He gently let that hand go as Snape smelled him. And he let him. For the moment. Snape seemed to want to explore him first. And that was alright as far as Sirius cared. For now at least.