Regulus was tired. Not as tired as he would have been if he'd been a Gryffindor and done things the stupid way, but still tired. Working on the potion had been time consuming and his beauty rest had been cut in half to four hours. The human body was not meant to sleep that little as far as he was concerned; he liked his solid eight hours. On the other hand, the antidote was done, the wolfsbane was ready and they could move on.
He decided to stop back to see Remus, smiling as he approached. "I expect a big trophy and an order of Merlin," he said, as he sat next to Remus.
"Other than Severus glaring at me, as if it's my fault that he wasn't able to show off his skills at potion, everything is fine," he said. "I'm pretty sure that there won't be any side affects, but considering that some of your internal organs need to be cured, I wouldn't recommend any strenuous activity." He closed his eyes. "I'm calling this a work day and going to sleep after dinner and not waking up until morning. A good solid twelve hours should do the trick."