they’re closing in || sirius®ulus
Regulus hadn’t slept in days. His eyelids were heavy as he sat in class, his hand under his chin as he tried his best to focus. He couldn’t focus though. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t focus. He felt like the walking dead as he moved through the hallways. His bag was too heavy on his shoulder and he didn’t feel comfortable or safe under his own skin.
His body ached for sleep but he couldn’t give in. He didn’t know what his body would do if he gave in. He couldn’t trust it not to move on it’s own accord anymore. But he felt like he was going insane.
Regulus didn’t know who to talk to either. He didn’t even know if he wanted to talk to someone. He didn’t know what he wanted or what needed to happen but something had to happen. Something had to give him relief from this.
It was late and Regulus knew it, when he sent his owl out the window to the Gryffindor tower. As soon as the owl was off, Regulus made his way out of the dungeon and upstairs. The owl had a note, short and simple, ‘I need to talk to you. Potions closet. -RB’ and it knew to drop it with Sirius, no need to wait for a response. Regulus just hoped he’d come.
