Headcanon: Reg learnign how to make Aster's favorite muggle dish
Regulus' hand trembled as he carefully wrote down the recipe Violet slowly told him. He wanted this to be perfect; it was the least he could do after the two-year ordeal he had put Aster through. The thought of cooking her favorite Muggle dish for her birthday and making her smile on her special day made a small smile appear on his face as well; here, in Aster's childhood home, with the flowers on the windowsills and the smell of homemade food, the two years with the Death Eaters seemed like a long nightmare.
At this moment, as if Violet had read his thoughts, she carefully placed her hand on his in a motherly gesture he needed so much, and he stopped writing to look the woman in the eyes, the same dark grey eyes Aster inherited.
"She's going to love it, sweetheart." The woman assured him, and he nodded back, now smiling wider.
