Narcissa sneezed again in the middle of her story. Regulus flicked his wand again and summoned one of the wooly throws on the other side of the room. He stood up from where he sat across from her and draped the warm fabric around Cissy’s shoulders while he sat on the armrest of the occupied armchair. His fingers gripped her shoulders momentarily before he sighed.

“You really did it this time, Cissy,” he drawled and hopped off the armrest to kneel before his cousin. Reggie prodded Narcissa’s knee gently with his wand. “Normally you just bump around the house knocking things over but you could have died, you know.”

Narcissa winced as Regulus mended her scratched knees and moved on to the rest of her bigger injuries.

“Instead of scolding me you should just be happy I’m alive,” retorted Cissy bitterly, looking away from where Regulus was holding her hands and inspecting her injured fingers. Reggie tugged on them forcing Narcissa’s attention back to him.

“I suppose I have your Rodolphus to thank?” he observed with a sideways smile. Narcissa flushed and ignored the mischievous twinkle in Reggie’s eyes.

“You’re being insufferable,” complained Narcissa.

“And you’re being transparent,” retorted Regulus.