His cold, dark blue eyes surveyed your pathetic appearance emotionlessly. Regulus, your older step brother, had just walked in on you drying off after having a bucket of mop water dumped on you. "To think that you were even more pathetic." He tells you, looking down upon your water-soaked clothes disdainfully/ His harsh words hurt you more than the torment that you've gone through. "You truly allow the maids, and my brother to do such things to you?" He asks, his voice edged with fake pity