Regulus was at the edge of crying.

Okay, he knew It would be a bad day. The upcoming Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor was finally there and he was pratically forced to attend. Don't take it wrong, he was happy his house won again, the look on the Gryffindors' face was marvelous. But the loud noises, the yelling and cursing of his friends, especially Barty's, had him at the edge and overwhelmed. So, instead of staying and celebrating, he closed himself to his room, under his blanket.

Everything was making him iching and wanting to jump out of the window. The fabric of blankets were too soft, his clothes were too tight and the room was too dark. The green and black everywhere was making him dizzy and hard to breathe. So, when James entered the room to check him, he looked at them and whimpered, cursed his mind for going non-verbal at a time like this. His mind was fuzzy and making him panic, he tried to talk but only small whimpers were coming out.

He absolutely hated this.