Regulus, who had been studying the third letter over and over (he had studied them all multiple times and had just worked his way back to the third one) when he heard the bang. He jumped to his feet and darted into the room, mildly thankful to find that it was just Narcissa and Aurora, and also disappointed that it had not been a sign of his daughter's return.

"Damn who?" He asked, his voice tired and old. It might not have been years since his daughter was stolen from under his nose, but Regulus much looked as though it had. It was not that he had lost everything that he had to live for, no, he had other family in Narcissa and Rabastan and Carina and the others, including Aurora now, but that the light had been stolen from his day, hope and purity and all that was good was gone and he felt as though nothing could ever be right again. What if his little girl's innocence had been stolen by some crazy monster? What if she were killed? What if she were returned but not the same trusting little girl? What if....

He groaned, he had been zoning out. Rabastan, who was here on some sort of temporary leave to assist them and answer questions, had followed him into the room, and he could clearly see that Regulus had fallen into one of those introspective moods again. It seemed that when he wasn't fighting sleep or combing the country side he sat there as quietly as he could, lost in thought, though thankfully he was quiet busy with looking for his daughter and didn't often have time to indulge himself like that.

"Any news?" Rabastan asked quietly, putting a hand on Regulus's arm reassuringly. "Anything else?"