[A muscle twitches in Regulus' jaw and he presses his lips firmly together in displeasure. He looks rather like a disgruntled crow in his fancy black robe today, a very disgruntled one at that.]
Yes, I am. [Back to "Sirius' brother." Oh joy. He curls his lips into a disdainful sneer of the likes he had always admired on Phineas Nigellus' portrait.] I'm Regulus Arcturus Black. [It occurs to him that it might have taken her a moment to recognize him for good reason, they had never run in the same circles and he had been a boy of 17 when she graduated, while he was now nearly 20. But Sirius' brother.]
no subject
Yes, I am. [Back to "Sirius' brother." Oh joy. He curls his lips into a disdainful sneer of the likes he had always admired on Phineas Nigellus' portrait.] I'm Regulus Arcturus Black. [It occurs to him that it might have taken her a moment to recognize him for good reason, they had never run in the same circles and he had been a boy of 17 when she graduated, while he was now nearly 20. But Sirius' brother.]
And you are obviously lost.