Regulus Black stood in the Black family library, surrounded by the looming portraits of his ancestors. He looked up at the most regal one—his great-great-grandfather Phineas Black—and sighed deeply. His wand was in hand, and an expression of grim determination settled over his face.
“Ancestors, hear my plea,” Regulus intoned, his voice reverberating through the silent room. “Make my family go to a mind healer. They won’t admit they’re batshit crazy, but I beg of you, do something! Please, bring peace into my home before I lose what little sanity I have left.”
In the background, Barty Crouch Jr. let out a low whistle. “Damn, Reggie is done with them.”
Pandora Lovegood, sitting cross-legged on the sofa with an open book, nodded sagely. “Probably because of Bellatrix and Walburga. They are...intense.”
“Intense?” Evan Rosier snorted, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. “
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