"I'll take it. As long as there's a proud, decent Slytherin Quidditch player in the family, I can feel much better about the world." He would call that a win. Slowly, Regulus sat up and eyed the doorway. The bed seemed so far but he was so determined, he would definitely get there. Any second now. "I fancy the bed but I don't like the journey."

Turning back to Barty, he smiled faintly at him. "We have a lot to discuss but I think we can save that for another day."