Severus felt a slight twinge of envy as Narcissa went on about her vacation, knowing he had not the means nor the money to go anywhere himself. Quirking a brow, the Slytherin struggled between eyeing the slight patch of sun-kissed skin revealed to him and looking away all together. In the end, it was an awkward mixture of staring and darting his gaze away as if the sight were too much for him. That was the thing with someone like Narcissa Black, she was beautiful and she knew it. As such, it gave her a certain amount of power over hopeless boys his age, still under the vicious clutches of puberty and teenage-hormones.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat awkwardly, Severus side-glanced at Regulus who seemed far more interested in sifting through his belongings than listening to either them.<br/><br/>He had to stop himself before he sneered at her, purely out of habit. It was difficult to tell whether her baiting was harmless or not. Considering her lineage, he'd settle with the latter. "I believe my future endeavors will extend beyond what I produce in a cauldron," he replied slowly, thin lips pressed together, "I believe Regulus has seen to that." His hand automatically pressed to his left arm for the briefest of moments before dropping back down to his side.<br/><br/>Regulus glanced up from what he was currently doing, briefly exchanging a look with the greasy-haired boy before setting his things back down. "I ran into Lucius a couple of weeks ago," he began in a not-so-subtle tone.<br/><br/>Severus knew well enough what Regulus was implying with that tone of his and regarded Narcissa with the barest hint of a smirk.