Today must be a terrible day to have Ophidiophobia, Teddy thought, as he sent his rescuees away and turned into his full winged serpent form to tackle whatever that serpent with a mirror for a face is.
"Safe, yes," Kreacher nods rapidly, suspicion clearing completely in favour of adoration as he turns back to look at Regulus, and then he snaps out a hand to grab onto Teddy's jeans, and he is treated to the second unexpected teleportation of the night as they twist out of existence in that one spot and reappear in another one.
Teddy rubs his forehead and tries to not be too disoriented. Oh, also, he maybe should get Regulus on a comfortable surfice is there is one available.
Regulus curls up on the bed as soon as he's been set down, burying his face back into his robes and shuddering, making soft noises of distress.
"Master Regulus is drinking a very terrible potion," Kreacher tells him, climbing up onto the bed and hovering worriedly over Regulus' form, "Kreacher is not knowing what it was, not knowing how to treat it - oh Master Regulus Kreacher is being sorry!" He wrings his hands unhappily.
Teddy really wishes Felix was here. He would offer Kreacher a hug and mean it. Teddy is not comfortable with that. Poor creature. "Kreacher could get help? A doctor? Someone with healing magic?"
"Kreacher- Kreacher could... not many people is being safe for Master Regulus. Turned against the Dark Lord he has... Kreacher told no one, but He must know, He knows all, Kreacher cannot be going to Mistress Narcissa..." Fretting, Kreacher reaches up and tugs on his ears, "The traitor is being a healer, Kreacher overheard Mistress saying, but she would not come, no..."
"Dark Lord? And hey, don't... be hard on yourself, it's not your fault. Why are people not safe?"
"The Dark Lord is being a very powerful wizard, Master Regulus is serving him, just like Mistress Bellatrix and Mistress Narcissa's husband and all respectable wizards. But he is doing something... bad. Terrible. Master Regulus is asking Kreacher to take him to secret place where terrible thing is being hidden, Kreacher is doing so, and then Master Regulus is telling Kreacher to leave him!" Having gotten onto this tangent, Kreacher bursts into tears and falls to his knees next to Regulus, joining him in weeping into his robes.
This is awkward. And Teddy is full of questions (Wizards?!?).
Maybe he should figure out his surroundings first. Where are they?
This particular place is a small, windowless room, containing the bed, a desk, and three and a half walls of bookcases. The room is lit by what appear to be oil lamps, though they don't seem to be giving off any smoke, and much like the lamps the décor of the rest of the room appears to be at least a century out of date compared to what Teddy is used to.
There are two doors leading out of it, both currently closed.
There's a wide variety here- a number of them do not have titles, some of them only have dates, many are labelled in other languages - Latin features prominently, but so does French, Gaelic, German, and many more. The ones in English have names like '203 Unorthodox Uses for Harmless Charms' and '1001 Magical Herbs and Fungi' and 'The Interactions of Venus'.
The doors, if he checks them, are not locked - one leads to a bathroom, and one out into a short hallway featuring two more doors.
What... the hell. He leaves the ones labelled after dates (Journals?) and checks the ones about Herbs.
Yep, though at least he appears to have settled into quieter tears at this point. Regulus is completely unchanged - he might be sleeping, but if he is Teddy can't tell any difference from the way he was acting most of the time he was awake.
There's still those doors - the bathroom and the hallway. Maybe there's something explanatory in one of those?
"Do you mind if I look around?" He asks Kreacher.
It feels weird looking around someone's else residence, even if it's a temporary one.
Kreacher lifts his head a little to blink his large eyes at him.
"Mister Teddy may- look around, so long as he is not- touching anything," he says, haltingly. "Kreacher will-" he looks down at Regulus, takes a shuddering breath, "Kreacher will find help," he says, determined.
And then he vanishes with another sharp crack!
Disconcerting as hell. He will take an exploratory look through the hallway, Teddy doesn't want to be caught trapped in a place he can't fully shape-shift unless there is an escape route.
One of the doors leads into a combined living room and kitchen, furnished nicely if plainly, a few more bookshelves covering the walls not occupied by windows or counter space.
The other door - the one at the end of the hall - is, it transpires, an escape route. It leads out onto the covered porch of a surprisingly normal house, one of many on a surprisingly normal street, the sort he'd be able to find in any normal town he'd ever been to. The sky is still dark overhead, clear of clouds but starless from the light pollution. The street is silent, all other residents tucked inside for the night.
Oh, good. His serpent eyes should be able to see some in this darkness, not that he has any idea where to run if necessary.
He goes back to the bookshelves in the living room area and takes a look, more weird titles?