 Inheretence
20. Knitting Charm
Regulus read the numbers again, feigning calculation and waiting for his mother to leave. At least she wasn’t whispering madness or praising all of his short-comings loudly even while her eyes showed that her mind was on someone else completely—a different son she had secretly favored. Sirius was much more of a Black than Regulus who was impressionable, soft, dependent. She called it loyalty, but it had none of that fire. It was nothing more than a painful need to please the people around him. It was a rather pathetic, childish brand of love, he thought.
Regulus closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the fire crackle, the sound as his mother turned a page, and the soft clicks of Kreacher’s knitting charm as the elf replicated his Hogwarts cardigan so that “Master and Mistress wouldn’t have to go out into the cold for such things.” Regulus opened his eyes with an appreciative smirk. The product of a Slytherin family, Kreacher certainly knew how to avoid such tactless subjects as the failing family “fortune.”
At last, his mother stood with a crisp ‘good night,’ and Regulus returned to sorting through his father’s affairs: gambling debts and failed investments.
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