Rushing inside the townhouse and hap-hazardly getting out of his coat and tossing it to the house elf, Regulus ran a hand through his damp hair--it was yet again a mixture of sleet and freezing rain outside.
He was late for dinner. And that was the one thing his wife was adamant about--family dinners.
Nearly coming to a slide as he made it to the dining room, Regulus took a deep breath and tried his best to look calm and capable. "You late, Uncle Reg," Byron so quickly pointed out as his own daughter pointed to the mantle clock in the next room to show her father his fate.
Quickly raising a brow to his nephew and his daughter, Regulus growled before thinking to argue with the children. "I am not late, dinner is not yet served," he smirked childishly before walking towards his place at the head of the table.
But first, he stopped behind his wife and leaned over and bussed her cheek. "Sorry, love, had a last minute meeting that ran way over time."
He slid into his chair, napkin now to his lap and as his wine glass was filled by a house elf, there was that same damn question from the soft, high pitched voice of his neice.
"Whens Mummy and Daddy coming home? It's beens a long long LONG time," Anabel aksed in that questioning, sad voice. Regulus hated that same question that came a dozen times a day for he could see well his wife's pain at hearing it.
"Soon," he again retorted, maybe a bit too harshly. But it had been days since they had received any sort of word from his brother and sister in-law...yes, they were far away. But that did not mean they could not contact them in some way, shape or form.
Regulus was just taking a breath and ready to relax and eat his meal now being served when he looked to Magnolia and noticed the forrow to her brow. "They're fine, fine," he whispered and reached across to grasp her hand.
Leaning back, Regulus looked about the table. "So, anyone want to tell me what hellish destruction happened today in my absence?" After all, one of his prized antique statues in the entry had been obliterated just the day before by a rousing game of tag. Damn this weather...the kids were going wild.
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