Well. That hurt. Feeling a bit knocked sideways, Regulus groaned in pain and wondered if this was actually a good idea. Seemed brilliant in theory but in execution, quite dangerous. Probably should have told Barty or at least given him a heads up - left a note or something.

Unable to move his arms or legs, he left himself being rolled onto his back and looked up at the man looming over him. It took a few moments to even recognise him but there was no doubting who it was.

"Sirius?" He looked rougher than expected, bit older than he predicted too and he reeked of booze. Bloody hell, did he take a shower in whiskey or something? Recoiling a little, he tried to shuffle away and get some ground, some space to properly deal with this. What did he say to make this less insane.

"Sirius, it's me. Undo this at once! I can explain. I know this seems weird but it's me. It really is."