Chapter 146: Want to Learn? I'll Teach You
Regulus could sense it. The magic inside Sirius was active, surging through him like a current driven by some fierce emotion, cycling fast and hot.
Good. Whether it was the humiliation of getting beaten driving a need for payback, or the raw spectacle of what he'd just witnessed, it didn't matter. As long as Sirius walked away wanting to be stronger, the goal was achieved.
He let it go. If Sirius voiced that desire, their father would handle the rest.
Back in his room, he showered and changed into clean robes.
Scouring Charms and Mending Charms could fix anything, but life shouldn't run entirely on magic. Magic was convenient, but living itself deserved to be felt.
After a quick change, he headed to the study.
Orion was already behind the desk, working through documents. A quill scratched across parchment, the sound steady and familiar.
In Regulus's memory, his father was never idle. There was always more work. Wizengamot filings, estate financial reports, correspondence within Pure-blood circles, and an endless stream of matters requiring the Black family's stance or allegiance.
It occurred to him, with the kind of power Orion had displayed in that training room, this was the man hamstrung by paperwork and politics.