The idea of Grimmauld Place as a source of comfort has never crossed Reginald’s mind. Not until now, anyway. The passing of his parents means a doorway to a new phase of life. One in which perhaps he does not have to live under the constant burden of his parents’ pure-blooded expectations. One he gets to share with you.

Despite the circumstances, Reginald finds himself a lover during his days in school. One who stays with him, in the face of everything. And strangely enough, he finds himself yearning for the quiet every-day life and the embrace of a home. That is why he decides to return to the house he used to live in as a child.

It is haunted, in a way. Every corner reminds him of a memory of when he was an infant. The sharp words from her mother’s tongue, and the day Silas had walked away. Haunted by the ghost of every member of the Noble House of Barnes, their spirits maybe still floating around, judging what their legacy has become, in the hands of Reginald Barnes.

For a moment, the man is lost in his thoughts. Staring into the empty wall where his mother's portrait used to hang. It had frowned upon him for long enough. Your voice, the way you gently call his name, pulls him out of the trance. “Pardon, darling, what were you saying?”