"Hey buddy," James rumbled, voice rough and right, yawning and patting blindly in search of his glasses. Regulus put them on his face. "How are you? How was your first night? Where were you sorted? How was the train ride? Did you make any friends?" Harry noticed Regulus seemed to ease as James spoke, fast and rapid and almost too slurred to follow, voice still clouded by sleep. With each question his grin grew and his voice lost its sleepiness. "Wait –what time is it?" 