It was odd to think of the items of the Black family sold away. But after seeing what had Sirius had done to Grimmauld Place, it was clear that many of the things that Regulus had grown up, the heirlooms and antiques that had belonged to the family for countless generations had been sold off, cast away. Some of them, Regulus knew, they were better off without. There were dangers that had lurked in the corners of the Black ancestral home that needed to be destroyed, that shouldn't ever be brought into the light of day again. But some, Regulus loathed the idea of having shopkeepers bargaining with customers who may or may not know the history of the items, trying to place a price on them.
He hadn't shared with Bella his decision to try and track what he could down. It wouldn't have surprised him to learn that she had tried to find some things, but Regulus felt it couldn't hurt for him to try and look as well. It was almost odd, to engage in such actions. It reminded him all too keenly of the work that the Dark Lord had begun to have him do, retrieving items that he wanted from the homes and shops of people that they attacked. That thought was easy to push away. What wasn't as easy to ignore was how strange it was to look for the items that had once belonged to his family. They existed mostly in the shadier regions of Diagon Alley now, often paired with obscure and bizarre stories to accompany the rumors and myths that had grown around the last generation of Blacks. He knew what people thought of his family now - insanity was inbred into their minds, and they were violent and dangerous, cunning and beautiful even in their madness. It didn't help that Bellatrix and Sirius had gained such notoriety. Even if Sirius had been proclaimed innocent, every one knew who the pair was, and strange items were brought out that had surely never crossed any member of the Black family, but yet had once belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange or Sirius Black.
Andromeda and Narcissa were rarely brought into the picture, perhaps because they were still alive. Perhaps because they weren't surrounded with quite the same romanticized version of violence. His own name, also, was often absent. But that wasn't a surprise in the slightest. He had merely disappeared from the family at the age of eighteen.
Currently, he was in yet another antique shop in the back of Diagon Alley, being shown a parade of items that had never belonged to the Black family. Still, he nodded and showed interest. It wouldn't do to explain how he knew so much about the Black family anyway. He needed to not catch anybody's attention with this search. Regardless, Regulus left the back of the shop without having put an effort on anything. This man didn't have anything that interested him, despite his bragging about the multitude of items he had from the pureblood families that had fallen.