"How terribly bourgeois of you," he said with a pout. He didn't even indulge like some purebloods did, but getting up at dawn was inhumane. "Sleeping in? We have classes at nine and I've never been late. You make it sound like I waste my day in bed."
Regulus ended the spell and put his wand away, smiling back. "You still take too long to think about something happy, and that's because you brood too much. Happiness can be anything. Happiness can be learning to cast the spell so you won't be hexed again. Happiness can be the way the blood from a cut paints a pretty picture on a tortured body. Happiness can be knowing the death of someone will give you freedom, that's how you can cast the Patronus and the killing curse at the same time. Happiness can be magic, all magic, knowing that every time we use a spell instead of doing something manually, we prove that we're better." He shrugged. "I don't know, Remus. I really don't, because in the end, I just cast the spells. I learnt when I was little and never stopped."