"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…"
Regulus's robes were stiff and uncomfortable and his neck wouldn't stop itching. He lifted a hand to scratch it but mother shot him a glare and he dropped it back to his side immediately. Beside him, Sirius huffed and tried to blow a strand of hair out of his face. Mother glared again and Sirius stuck his tongue out. Regulus frowned; that meant yelling when they got home.
If they ever got back home. Cissy wouldn't stop crying and Regulus didn't know why because she'd never even liked Great-Aunt Lycoris in the first place.