It was about then that Regulus came jogging back from the locker room. He'd changed out of his Quidditch robes and back into his regular ones. In one hand he carried what looked like a battered old broomstick. It was so ancient looking, no one would ever think of flying on it, or even give it a second glance. Smiling proudly, Regulus stopped in front of Lucius and handed him the broom handle. "Here you go. Hold tight." he said with a pant from running.
Regulus then pulled out his wand, looked over to Rabastan and gave him a grin before he turned back to Lucius and tapped the end of the broomstick handle with his wand. "Distillioto!" he said in a commanding voice, and the broom stick transfigured back into a full bottle of Fire Whisky that Lucius had given him the day before to secure. Regulus beamed with the success of his spell. Charms was his best subject after potions. "There! It's all yours My Captain." he said to Lucius, and have a little salute with his free hand.