[RL with Remus]

Sirius was in the Gryffindor common room during one of his study breaks, sitting in one of the armchairs with his books out. He was supposed to be writing a History of Magic essay on the Goblin Wars of South-East Asia, but every time he tried to read another page's worth of information he felt his eyes drooping. Quidditch practice the previous night had been intense, and History of Magic was just. so. boring.

He leaned his head against the the chair. Closing his eyes for a few seconds wouldn't do any damage, right?