Regulus flicked his keen blue eyes around the room as Pocahontas strode in. He rose to his feet and waved his hands in intricate patterns and then sat back down. There would be a nasty surprise waiting for anyone trying to do harm because he swore that they were being watched. For now, they would just carry on though.

You may not always be fine

The trio laughed as they thought that they were probably the least 'fine' people on the planet, due to all of the trauma that has happened to them.

We'll always help you to strive to thrive like grapes on the vine

Bruno laughed at that reference. He had told Isabela her prophecy and that was how she interpreted it. "Why, grapes?" Sirius asked. Regulus shrugged.

"Isabela, though spelt with two L's, is a type of grape," the Colombian man explained. The Black Brothers looked at one another. Okay, they weren't the only ones named uncannily.

Whatever you design

We'll align

And let all our powers combine

It'll all be divine

It certainly would be. Everyone had their own unique talents and putting them together would make some incredible results.

Sirius thought about how amazing it could've been like he had both of his brothers, fighting side by side. It'd be like they were invincible.

When people ask you to devine

Beyond regular sight, never be afraid to decline

The seer smiled. If there was one thing he'd gotten good at was refusing to do visions, thanks to his family and friends.

Regulus smiled self-deprecatingly as he thought that not once, before escaping to Russia, he'd never refuse his parents or other family members.

Now Sirius on the other hand, has had no problem refusing people. He refused his parents and selfishly done things such as going into danger to nearly get himself killed or doing things to make Harry stay with him instead.

Especially when they beg and whine

Sirius transformed into Padfoot and whined at Regulus to pet him. Everyone burst out laughing. Regulus allowed it to continue playing as he carded his fingers through the canine's thick, long fur.

"If they do that, they're acting like immature children," the Englishman turned Russian stated unhappily.

That's when you don't have to be benign

A mischievous grin appeared on Padfoot's face as many ideas for pranks ran through his mind. Regulus stopped petting his brother to flick him on the nose instead. In retaliation, the dog sneezed on him.

There was more laughter.

Then they might find it in them as a sign

That they're out of line

"Yeah, right," Cinderella quipped. "Drizella and my stepmother haven't learned their lessons."

"True," Anna agreed.

"They're entitled booties!" Alice declared authoritatively.

"Alice!" Regulus and Bruno scolded. There was a distinct bark-like laugh, revealing what Sirius thought of that. Cinderella shrugged.

"She's not wrong," the princess replied. They weren't the only ones who were like that. Many Pure-Blooded wizards were like that.

Most of Encanto had been like that.

Your sight doesn't define

Your entire spine

That made the soothsayer smile. "Thank you from the bottom of my heart," he said sincerely. "No matter how many times I hear that, it makes me feel so special."

The other performers smiled. Esmeralda shot Regulus and Padfoot a look. Regulus shook his head. In the Wizarding World, magic is all that they had.

Not that she had meant to, but Alma Madrigal had made that happen.

We see how bright you shine

Sirius wriggled out from his brother's hands and transformed back. "Nope, I shine the brightest!"

"Sirius Orion Black!" Regulus scolded hotly. The older man grinned. Alice gasped and snuck backstage to close a portal she had left open. She'd forgotten about it.

Bruno also grinned. He was happy with how comfortable Regulus seemed to have gotten, easily scolding one of the princesses in front of everyone and then doing it to his brother a little bit later.

Pocahontas' verse ended with a bow and she took out the two Salvas that were in her hair to hand them off to be added to the five-sevenths of completed flower crowns in Bruno and Regulus' hair.

Then, all of a sudden, Regulus felt his hair tumble loosely down his back. "Sirius!" he roared.

"You look so weird with those flowers in your hair," Sirius said shortly. "My brother wouldn't allow his hair to be dirtied like that." He scattered them in a trail down the centre aisle with a flick of his wand.

"Firstly, I AM YOUR brother, but I have CHANGED since you last saw me," Regulus retorted, summoning the flowers back to himself. "Secondly, you've dirtied them by scattering them on the ground. Thirdly, you don't know how special this ritual of flower giving is. Each flower represents the person giving it. You may not know all of the meanings of the flowers or people, but I think you might have to be really blind to not notice how happy we are when we get them." He huffed as he organised them in verse order. "Now, you have to figure out how to get them back where they belong."

Sirius scoffed. "Have you forgotten that we grew up with three female cousins?" he asked.

"Oh," was Regulus' oh-so eloquent response. The pianist picked up the transition to the pre-chorus as Sirius rebraided the flowers back into his brother's hair. He even teased the hair between the sections to add more volume to it.