Make no mistake, he was properly terrified of the man who had taken down the Dark Lord without breaking a sweat. He was terrified. Utterly terrified. Yet when the man actually asked him if he had a wand, it was all Regulus could do not to blurt out something that would have been bound to get him killed on the spot. There was no possible way he could have kept himself from gaping at the Master.

He snapped his mouth shut, swallowed hard and opened it again. The man looked serious enough, but that had to simply mean it was a test. What wizard wouldn't carry his wand? "Of course," he replied, quite proud of himself for managing to keep the implied 'you buffoon' out of his voice. He sounded respectful enough, though still terribly confused. It would have to do. He gulped again. Another lesson the Dark Lord had taught him was that a lack of enthusiasm wasn't appreciated. No, he didn't fancy being the next one on the brink of death. "I took some classes on basic healing in Hogwarts... my Lord."