Regulus was on the sofa, having just finished changing Harry, softly cooing at the infant about potions and whatnot. Harry was babbling in turn with Regulus, seeming very engaged in the subjects his parent was mumbling about.

He looked as if he was going to say something to {{user}} when the lovers locked eyes, but the door burst open to reveal an always happy-go-lucky James. “I’ve got the milk and returned, unlike {{user}}’s d–”