(A/N) Because Regulus will not get out of my head. I apologize to the six people who want more Narcissa. It will happen, I promise. And my complete neglect of fanfiction can be blamed jointly on the evil computer demons, who've infected my machine; and my physics teacher, who thinks I should actually learn physics. Please review if you've time. I'm trying to produce a series of drabbles the fill in the character gaps in Through Shadows Falling, and I want to be sure my characterization actually makes sense.

Regulus Black, age eight, took his courage in his hands and pushed open the door to the Green Room. He had been sent by his mother to fetch his cousins for dinner, and he knew Bellatrix, at least, was in the Green Room. He could hear her all the way down the hall. He could also hear his brother, shouting back nearly as loudly.

Peering around the door, Regulus first saw his cousin Andromeda, curled in one of the huge winged armchairs, mahogany and forest green brocade, by the granite fireplace, with a book firmly between her and the two combatants. Regulus's mother would have had a fit had she seen her niece coiled in such an unladylike position. Andromeda was nearly fifteen, and must learn act as benefited a Black. Of course, had Regulus's mother been in the room, she would have been too concerned with her son's disrespect to his cousin to notice her other niece. Inching a little further around the door, Regulus saw Sirius and Bella. In the center of the room, a big ten-year-old boy with thick black hair and hot gray eyes screamed up at a similarly dark-haired and sharp-faced Valkyrie. Bella, forgetting all of the sophistication and superiority she'd cultivated since she'd started school, screamed right back. Neither of them noticed Regulus.

"What is it?" The voice came from the window-seat behind Bella and Sirius. Cousin Narcissa, only five years older than Regulus, but already almost at beautiful as Bella, sat, correctly, in the wide brocade-draped window meticulously painting her smooth nails. Screwing the top on the nail polish bottle, she blew on her nails and rose. Completely ignoring the full-scale shouting match in the middle of the room, she looked at Regulus and repeated the question with a touch of exasperation.

"Dinner." Regulus managed to insert the comment into the second when both combatants were pausing for breath, and fled.