"You don't know that. For all you know, I did it all for myself. And I did. For the record, I'm as slytherin as they come." How dare he accuse him of being brave and noble? That bastard! Regulus lightly shoved his brother away and rolled his eyes, heading out of his room. "Come on, get me drunk. I only ever had a taste of whiskey once."

He was eighteen for about a month before he died so he hadn't had much chance to drink. "Besides, this place has always been depressing, maybe it's easier to be in with some booze."