Reggie was gone

The sun is bright today. No matter which way he looks, it creeps in through the windows just to blind him. Like a lion stalking it's pray, the brightness just won't leave him alone.
It should be raining. No; it should be a thunderstorm. Loud and unnerving where the only light is the sudden flash of electricity always threatening devastation and pain.
A thunderstorm to match the mess of the something he felt inside. Reggie was gone.
The parchment In his hands, blotched and the words blurred with his tears. His Reggie, was gone.
And it was all Dumbles' fault. The old man was going to pay – Barty was sure of that much.