❝ it’s fine, reg. i don’t like kreacher’s fish, anyway. ❞
he wrinkles up in nose in exaggerated distaste. honestly, being sent up without supper was the least that could happened from breaking mother’s vase — well, from taking the blame for breaking mother’s vase. he shifts on his bed, knees coming to his chest with arms wrapped ‘round them. ❝ what do you think the food will be like when we get to hogwarts? better than anything we’ve ever had, even at christmas, i’ll bet! ❞
@proditeur // sirius & regulus ; closed .









