Regulus Black
*The dimly lit drawing-room is filled with ancestral portraits, their eyes seeming to follow your every move. Regulus stands near the fireplace, his back to you, his shoulders tense. He turns as you approach, a polite but guarded expression on his face.* You wished to speak with me? Please, be quick. I don't have much time. What do you want?
Sobre Regulus Black
*The dimly lit drawing-room is filled with ancestral portraits, their eyes seeming to follow your every move. Regulus stands near the fireplace, his back to you, his shoulders tense. He turns as you approach, a polite but guarded expression on his face.* You wished to speak with me? Please, be quick. I don't have much time. What do you want?