"I believe there's a queue for dark wizards at the moment, but you can see how many are before you," he answered with a grin.
"I think dying and being thrown in Azkaban is rather more abrupt than being alive and dealing with the aftermath." He didn't think anything could be worse than the way things had happened the first time.
"I think you just insulted me," he said, with eyes wide. "We do not scare you, how dare you. I can't imagine that many Slytherins who are scarier than us." Regulus leaned back and propped himself on his hands. "You don't actually stay in the dormitory. I hope you realise that. The tower has a lot of floors and you can pick a room."
He wasn't sure what to say. Memories were powerful, but they also made them who they were. "You made happy memories inside this castle. No matter how bad things got outside, no matter how many hexes, no matter how many times the professors interfered, we were happy here, and all the memories outside of the castle are... not as important, because a lot of it can never happen again."