"Then I have to listen to you say that you are somehow better or stronger. Or worse have you whine because you're alone," he answered with a snotty tone although they both knew that he was joking. If he truly didn't want to go, he wouldn't go.
"Don't be daft. You are a Black. He would never poison you, no matter how much he might want to," he said, with a matter-of-fact tone. "And I know how to cast a vanishing charm so that would not be the real problem. However, I'm not in the habit to kill family unless it's in self defense and even then I try to go for less lethal ways."
Regulus took out his gloves from his cloak and put them on. "I have no idea why I took my gloves with me that day." He was going to his death, but it seemed important that he wear the nicest clothes he had. "There is something that you can tell me since you are dragging me outside. Who killed Father?" he asked. "I was in school. The official story was that he got sick but that was a lie concocted to keep our name clean. I imagine the Order went along since they were an illegal group but you must know."