Regulus followed her obediently, raising his brows at the mention of a found photograph. He crossed to the table and picked it up, examining the familiar faces. A little smirk played at the corners of his mouth. That certainly was a better time, life was easier and happier.
The hand still in his pocket pressed against the little box and fingers began to wrap around it. "Am I to keep this?" He inquired, turning back around to face the woman. "Thank you, Cissy. I'll be sure to find a frame for it." It belonged in a frame, idolized and protected, as it was such a darling picture of himself and his favorite cousin.
Setting it back down on the table carefully, as not to risk damaging it, he pulled the gift from his pocket and held it out towards Narcissa. "I brought this for you. I hope you find it suitable." He murmured, chewing at his lower lip. She had so many wonderful, beautiful things that Regulus often worried his gifts would never be able to compare. That she would take one look at the necklace and scoff at his poor attempt.