"I can refuse treatment, right? And you can't do anything until I'm incapable of making a choice for myself, am I correct? Then I refuse any further treatment until I'm either almost dead and then you can do as you please or I see Narcissa. You'll forgive me if I don't believe a story where people return from the dead after forty-five years."
Regulus rolled his eyes. "Of course, he is. Then he must be a bloody nuisance. All the Potters are."
He try to think about what he tell Narcissa without revealing too much. "Tell her... tell her that I'll have white and black roses for her if she makes me white tea. She'll know." The only other person who'd know about their teas was allegedly dead, and he didn't know how he felt about Bella's death just yet."