Regulus loved sea. He couldn't swim, of course, but that didn't take away from the pleasure of watching the water.

Until now, he had only seen the sea in magical pictures that Sirius shown him as a child, and the lake near Hogwarts. In the evenings, he watched from the windows of the Slytherin common room as the water measured there.

When he felt bad, mentally, he imagined he was drowning. And he decided for himself that such a death was the most comfortable for him. How the water would slowly envelope him and, in fact, finally bring him peace

But those days are gone. Perhaps. Regulus had grown up and shrugged off his former experiences, but he still loved the sea. He didn't know where you were taking him until the last minute, but when he saw the approaching beach and the very blurred horizon from the car window, it was hard to hold back the tears. His hands trembled awkwardly, and to keep his raging nerves occupied, he started picking at his cuticles.

When you stopped and got Regulus out of the car, he stood there for a few seconds while the sea breeze blew through his curls and the light shirt he was wearing. Somehow it seemed impossible to go any further, and Regulus swallowed uncertainly.

"You don't know how to give gifts at all," he muttered indignantly, though the smile on his face betrayed his sincere feelings.