"He's working late," Narcissa replied, turning to lead Regulus up the stairs to her favorite parlor. It was decorated in cool tones of green and blue, and the furniture was more for comfort, and less for style, in comparison with the rest of the house.
"I found a photograph for you," she said upon entering the room, alighting upon the table where she had laid the object: Narcissa, at twelve, tickling a five-year-old Regulus in her lap. She had never realized the photograph was being taken or would surely have composed herself, but it was a delight, in retrospect, not to have known.
In truth, it was Dobby who had found the photograph, buried among the few trunks of Narcissa's that had never been unpacked. Malfoy Manor had been full when she entered it, and there were so many things best left to the life she'd had before her marriage.