explain yourself || barty & regulus
Regulus wanted to sleep so badly. He just wanted to go into his room, lay down on the bed and just pass out. He was actually fairly positive that if he didn’t get some sleep soon, he would pass out. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep. There was no telling what he’d do if he fell asleep.
So that’s why he was perched on the arms of one of the chairs in the common room, staring intently at the book in his lap. Of course he wasn’t actually reading it. Reading took concentration and he just didn’t have that at the moment. He blinked, or he meant to blink, and the next thing he knew he was swaying off the arm of the chair and onto the floor.
“Shit,” He muttered as he pushed himself up, glancing around the common room in search of anyone who may have seen him in his less than graceful moment.