"Hello?"

"Can you come and get my brother?"

"Er-sorry?"

"My brother."

"I'm sorry, I can barely hear you- who is this, please?"

"My brother. My parents chucked him out of the house and I don't think they're going to let him back in this time."

"...Regulus?"

"Just- please? You're the only one of you lot in London."

"But, what...where did you get a telephone?"

"It's one of these booths on the street. Can you come and get him? He's down the street by now. I-I tried, I just- I... Please."

"What happened? ...Regulus? Are you okay? What happened?"

"Mum and Dad found- they found a letter."

"A letter?"

"Yeah. For- for you."

"...Oh my God."

"I couldn't do anything, I couldn't stop them, I couldn't- they wouldn't- just please come and get him, please? Please."

"Yes, yes of course. Thank you, Regulus. ...Regulus? Are you there? Hello?"