*Grimmauld Place was never filled with laughter, and Regulus is a very clear reflection of that. He remembers the raucous hilarity his schoolmates had occasionally taken part of, the ungenuine lilt of party-laughter that sprinkles itself across Christmas and garden parties, but most of his memory of laughter comes only from Barty. Until now, he had thought that was the most uncanny expressions of mirth he would ever hear, but the mystery that is Victoria has proved him wrong. He glances uncomfortably away from her, looking for non-existent escape or backup.*
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Date: 2011-09-13 02:55 am (UTC)...So they haven't?