Bait and Bleed - An AU War RPG

*Walburga slips inside without waiting for a reply. Kreacher has reported back dutifully, of course, and she knows more or less what has passed in this room--and what hasn't--and she wears a much softer expression than usual. Walburga has never had much in the way of motherly skill, being herself protected and cared-for like one might a child or a particularly rare orchid, and had only the most distant of relations with her own children--or, now, child. When she thinks anything of him at all other than vague, pleased pride, she is frankly bewildered by Regulus, not least by the troubles he seems to attract. But she is not at all bewildered by this catatonia. It is her old familiar bedfellow--dormant, perhaps, but far from gone. It grins at her nightly from the corners of her bedroom, ready to enfold her again at any time.

In one spidery hand she carries a green-bound book, old and worn and much-loved, and sets it on the night table by Regulus without preamble.*

You might read to him, Regulus.