[Remus had never had the best of relationships with Regulus... or, well, any of Sirius' family save Andromeda, who he'd only ever met briefly. It wasn't that there was anything particularly wrong with the kid - on the sliding scale of Black Machiavellian ideations he ranked a low three at best - but they'd always been on opposite sides of the fence when it came to most of their opinions.
Having no particular ill will towards Sirius' brother, his first act when the young man stumbles off the train and drops to his knees on the platform is, in fact, not to draw his wand and immediately Petrify him.
Instead, he moves over to him quietly, crouching down beside him with his forearms lightly braced against his knees.]
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Having no particular ill will towards Sirius' brother, his first act when the young man stumbles off the train and drops to his knees on the platform is, in fact, not to draw his wand and immediately Petrify him.
Instead, he moves over to him quietly, crouching down beside him with his forearms lightly braced against his knees.]
Hello, Regulus... [A pause.] You're looking well.