Reyna heard hysterical screaming, and dared not glance in the direction it was coming from. She knew who it was, and didn't wish to deal with them. Honestly, she was surprised she hadn't been thrown out yet. She blended in with the group, but at the same time, stood out. The cold chocolate diamond ring she was wearing on her left hand would blatantly give her away. She could care less, though. The whole thing was to have been a quiet family affair, and Reyna was not family; she should have been.
It was raining, which was a blessing in disguise. It allowed her the ability to cover up her golden brown curls with a hood without looking suspicious. The insane crying was getting closer so Reyna took a last step forward, and threw a charmed purple rose on the coffin. Purple was the color of royalty and valor, and he deserved both. It landed softly among the red and white roses. She took one final look at the coffin. It was a closed casket funeral. Rumor was that Mrs. Black wouldn't be able to handle it open, and seeing her 'last' son dead. Reyna knew the truth.
The Blacks didn't have Regulus's body. He had simply disappeared. Sirius thought Regulus had a case of cold feet, and was killed as a traitor for attempting to flee. The rest of the world had been told he was senselessly murdered. Reyna knew better, though. Since she didn't qualify as family, Kreacher had been free to tell her.
An earsplitting screech from her left let her know she had been found out. She looked up at the sky helplessly, and regretted it instantly. The sky was the exact same color as Regulus's stormy grey eyes. Her heart lurched painfully, but didn't have time to react as she heard a low hiss. She turned warily.
"You don't belong here, with that," Walburga's face was contorted in a fit of rage, her hand shaking as she pointed at the ring.
Reyna's blue eyes gazed fearlessly back at her, "I deserve to be here, especially with it."
The woman's eyes bulged out of absolute fury, "That ring belongs to the Honorable House of Black, and you are most certainly not a part of it, Mudblood."
Reyna's spine stiffened, furious, "Regulus gave it to me when he proposed. It is rightfully mine. If he hadn't..."she choked, "We would have been related. Unless you burned his name off the family tree. Or were you going to drive him to his death, like you did your husband?"
Walburga snarled, "You're lying. Regulus never would have married a filthy girl like you. You aren't even fit to be his mistress."
Reyna flinched slightly, pulling her robe tighter, "You're wrong. He loved me."
Walburga slapped her across the face, "Go. Away."
Reyna turned her face deadly calm, and walked off. Walburga didn't know half as much as she thought she did about her precious son. Her hand rested lightly on her abdomen as she whispered, "Thank God that's over."