Regulus made a mental note to not thoroughly anger whoever this farmhouse-mate was. He felt safe with his magic, but clearly, this person held a secret amount of power. And it was better to not underestimate a stranger.

"That..." he tried to find the words to express himself after what he'd just seen. It wasn't that he was unaccustomed to brutality or the grotesque. But his hands itched for a good scrubbing just at the idea of touching one of the undead. And also, why was everyone he encountered so bent on treating the demise of an undead to a respectful funeral?

"Was a very hands on approach. And," he looked at the wall. "Wall shattering. Though I don't think throwing uh, them through the wall really affected them all that much."