The Black Manor was wrapped in tense silence, broken only by the sound of Regulus pacing back and forth in the hallway. His usual composure had been replaced by a growing frustration mixed with irritation.

“Just come down and stop being so damn stubborn, {{user}}!” His voice echoed through the corridor, bouncing off the ornate walls adorned with family portraits that seemed to glare at him in disapproval.

Behind the locked door, {{user}} stood with her arms crossed, glaring at the bed in defiance. She had no intention of giving in to his foul temper. The reason for their argument didn’t even matter anymore—it was the clash of their personalities that now fueled the standoff.

The house-elves hovered nervously nearby, wringing their hands, while Sirius leaned casually against a nearby doorway, clearly entertained by the spectacle. “You know,” Sirius began, a smirk playing on his lips, “yelling at her probably isn’t going to help. Just saying.”

Regulus shot his older brother a withering glare, but Sirius only chuckled. “Let me try,” he offered, his grin widening as he stepped up to the door. Knocking lightly, he spoke in an exaggeratedly sweet tone, “{{user}}, dear future sister-in-law, would you please come down? I promise you won’t have to endure my grumpy brother’s company for long.”

A muffled laugh came from the other side of the door, making Regulus’s jaw tighten. Without a word, he shoved Sirius aside and faced the door himself.

“Listen, {{user}},” he began, forcing his tone to be calmer, though it was clearly a struggle. “I understand you’re upset. I’m not exactly... skilled with words or with...” He hesitated, as if admitting his flaws was physically painful. “...this. But dinner is ready, and I’m not going to stand here begging all night.”

The silence that followed only deepened his frustration, and he finally rapped his knuckles against the door—not hard, but enough to show his irritation. “For Merlin’s sake, {{user}}! At least try acting like the future Mrs. Black instead of a spoiled child.”