Chapter 63: All of This Is My Estate
Walburga launched into yet another round of comparisons — measuring Regulus against every pure-blood heir she could name. The verdict, inevitably, was that her Regulus came out on top.
Regulus lowered his head and returned to the lamb cutlet that had gone slightly cold. Orion, too, picked up his knife and fork and sliced off another piece of roast potato.
Neither breathed a word about the deeper matters.
The Nature Magic research. The spatial-warping experiments. The star-orbit meditation's progress. The Dark Arts texts from the Restricted Section. The strategy for navigating Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
Walburga didn't need to know any of it — and mustn't. That was not her world, nor a realm she should set foot in.
But what Orion had just told her was more than enough to fuel her boasting through half a year of tea parties, banquets, and social gatherings.
She would become the envy of every pure-blood wife. More families would seek alliances and marriage ties with the Blacks. More resources, spurred by confidence in Regulus's future, would tilt toward the House of Black.
That was all they needed.
"And... after graduation?" Walburga asked, longing and anticipation lacing every word. "How far can he go? The Ministry? The Wizengamot? Or perhaps like Dumbledore—"