Regulus Black sat in the dimly lit sitting room, a glass of firewhisky clutched in his hand as he tried to calm his nerves. The unexpected knock on his door had brought two Aurors into his home, and their grim expressions weren’t exactly reassuring.
One of the Aurors cleared his throat, trying to deliver the news with a sympathetic expression. “We…we found your husband’s body.”
Regulus straightened, setting the glass down. “James?”
The Auror blinked, caught off guard. “Er… no, not… him. The second one.”
“Rabastan, then?” Regulus asked, brow furrowing slightly.
The Auror shot a helpless glance at his partner, struggling to keep a straight face. “No, Mr. Black. The one with… the cut on his cheek?”
“Oh!” Regulus snapped his fingers as realization dawned. “Aizen?”
The Auror’s calm facade shattered, and he all but shouted, “NO! We’re talking about ZERON METRIC!”
Regulus’s face lit up in recognition. “Ahhh, Zeron. Right.” He sighed dramatically. “Poor Zeron. Should’ve led with that, you know—keeping track of all of them can be tricky.”
The Auror pinched the bridge of his nose, whispering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a prayer for patience. The second Auror coughed, hiding her laughter behind a poorly concealed cough.
Regulus, oblivious to their exasperation, simply shrugged and sipped his firewhisky. “So… what happened to dear Zeron?”
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