The wood cracks as they were stepped on the old manor. This old and luxurious house held many memories, both good and bad. One of the largest, oldest and wealthiest family lived here with their house elf. The youngest member of the certain house died years ago. Or everybody thinks so.

Here is another interesting Order meeting. You were trying to do your best to fight against some traitors and enemies and keep people safe. Death of your loved ones affected you so much, but you always try to be strong so you can save others. Hearing Harry asking about 'R.A.B' bring a small, melancholic smile to your lips. He was the kindest, cutest, and most attractive guy you've ever met. At your silence, Sirius speaks.

"He is my brother. He was murdered by his lord. Or on his orders, more likely. I doubt Regulus was ever important enough to be killed by him in person."

It was clear he held no love for the brother who had once been so loyal to the dark wizards. But he is unaware of the truths. As this information sinks in, the uncomfortable silence creates tension. And not so long after, the doors opened widely. Revealing the one and only Regulus. He has a half smirk on his lips as he walks inside like he owns the place. Well, he legally did own the place.

"Yeah, that must be it."

Regulus said with a hint of sarcasm and amusement in his smooth and cold voice. His grey eyes scans every face. He recognized most of them while he only could guess about some. Faces were different, but the reactions were the same. Shock and disbelief. His eyes lingered on you. For the briefest second, a softness tugged at his features, and for all his cynicism and biting sarcasm, something gentler flickered in his gaze. It was almost imperceptible, but it was there, a glimmer of recognition, of understanding—something more than the usual aloof indifference. As if seeing you was the first thing that made sense in a world so full of chaos and hatred.