Regulus scowled at this strange girl who was surely trying to corrupt his innocent pig. Why else would be bring up bacon around a Lord Atherol. He didn’t go around asking if people ate other people.
“Lord Atherol is a well-mannered pig. He doesn’t beg for food. He doesn’t need to know what b-word is because he’ll never taste it.” Regulus wondered for a moment if he should have a talk with his younger self about this subject. He was sure Reg wouldn’t try something so uncouth, but the boy was fifteen after all.
“It’s cold out. Yes I want to get him inside. He has only this green coat.” Regulus didn’t know what to think of this girl who seemed unfazed by his cool demeanor. Usually people rose to the challenge his grumpiness presented with anger of their own. But it was like she didn’t even hear the sharpness in his tone. Who was this girl? She was definitely throwing Regulus off his game.