The easiest way to describe Teddy was 'deflated.' After the night before, he just hadn't been able to keep everything bottled up anymore. As such, his ability had not been working. Straight, dark hair veiled his eyes and the dark circles he could keep away from his eyes were all the more visible. He'd been crying off and on, had been sick to his stomach at least once. Mostly, he had just been asleep. At one point, he was sure he'd heard knocking on his door but he had resolutely ignored it.
And then he had fallen asleep again, buried in his blankets as deeply as he could. The room was dark and his head hurt and everything smelled like saline from the time he'd just spent letting everything pour out of him.
Another knock.
As much as he wanted to ignore this one, he felt like doing that to Sirius was just cruel. Teddy knew enough wandless magic to open a door so he gestured and let it creak open. Then he rolled over and adjusted his blankets to make sure he was completely covered. "Need something?" he asked, despite being muffled by the duvet.