It was hard for Regulus to sit still in one place for a long time. To make manners worse, there wasn't a terrible amount of things for him to do at Malfoy Manor. Now that the shock of being alive was starting to wear off, Regulus was becoming impatient. He wanted to know exactly what was going on, what had happened. It was also hard for him to be coped up by himself for such long periods of time. He wasn't used to being alone, was used to a dorm full of other boys, or being pulled out of his house to go off and do something.
When he heard the faint sound of the piano, he assumed instantly it was Draco, the cousin he was just starting to get to know. He didn't hesitate before bounding off the bed where he had been sprawled, intent on going to see the other. He might, after all, have news one what was going on. And Regulus still hadn't gotten the chance to ask all the questions he wanted to know.
He hurried down the hall, and turned into the Drawing Room. Walking in a few feet, Regulus was about to greet the other, when something caught his eye. The appearance was similar of course, but it wasn't quite right. It took Regulus a visible moment of staring before he realized what was off. The person in front of the piano wasn't Draco at all. It was Lucius Malfoy. Regulus knew it, was absolutely certain, even though if he had stopped to think about it, he would have assumed it wasn't possible. Draco had mentioned that Lucius was dead, and even if he was alive, Lucius would have been years and years older than how he looked now. And how he looked now was remarkably close to how Regulus remembered him. He looked nearly unchanged.