"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?"
