"Yes, please." So Regulus did. Less intricate than he would for Sirius’ parties, but tidy in a way it held Harry’s hair out of his face. He weaved a ribbon to match his robes into his braids, and kissed his head gently when he was done. Still, Harry's hair would only ever get so tidy; his flyaways had to make themselves known. Regulus smoothed than back with a soft smile, shifting the shorter pieces of Harry's hair that couldn't quite be tucked away behind his ear. 