Regulus sat up and shook water from his hands. He tried wiping them on his jeans but that was soaked in too many patches to be effective. With a resigned sigh he stood up – no use sitting in a puddle – and pulled out his wand. He started magicking away those spots of water on him.
With that immediate discomfort out of the way he turned his full attention back to the woman who had made this meeting possible. He reached a hand down to her to help.
When she was standing before him he blinked, because he did know that face. Tonks had been in the Land of Make Believe before. For a few weeks, when he was just a wee sprog knee high to a fly, and when his brother, no taller than he, had been here as well, that she looked out for them. She’d been fun. He remembered that, even if it was almost six years previous for him.