"Did y'know that muggles have like, books about magic?"

Regulus shifted uncomfortably, glancing over his shoulder as if their mother would materialise to berate them at the mere mention of the word muggle.

"They're just fantasy, obviously, they get loads of stuff wrong. Don't you think it's weird that we don't write stuff about muggles?"

"Martin Miggs," Regulus said quietly.

"Who?"

"The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle. Comic book. Evan had one. It was… weird."

He'd hidden it beneath a floorboard under his bed, like contraband.

"And?" Sirius leaned forward, eager.

"Nothing much," Regulus shrugged. "He ate baguettes."