Regulus looked up into the wrinkled face of his grandfather and wondered what it might feel like to be that old.
Regulus had barely been a year old when his great-great-aunt Belvina had died and he couldn't remember her much but he supposed she must have looked like she'd been made out of dust and mouldering twigs because she'd been born in 1886 and as far as he was concerned, that was ancient history.
Imagine living through so many years, seeing so many things, and still being fixated on the apparently abysmal state of your house-elf's cooking. What a waste.