Adrian slept like the dead on most given nights. It had always been that way and it was the cause of many a late morning for him. No amount of charmed alarm clocks could ordinarily wake him when he wanted to be sleeping. However, there was one general exception to this rule, it wasn't an absolute however. The exception stemmed from having to share his bed with another body. He sprawled, he moved about and he was something of a cover hog. None of this made sharing a bed particularly easy. Nor was it something Adrian was entirely used to. He typically flooed home to sleep in his own bed thankyouverymuch.
But there he was, arm sprawled over his face and asleep in the same bed as Angelina Johnson. And sleeping pretty damn well at that. Until the bed began to move, much in the way that shaddy muggle motels did when you inserted coins. His arm flopped to the side. The shaking didn't stop.
Adrian cracked an eye open as the sound of his name broke through his consciousness. The other eye opened and there was a moment of pure confusion. What on earth was going on... Adrian pushed himself up onto one elbow and shoved his hair out of his face with the other. "W-" He cleared his throat of sleep. "What-" Well hell... His free arm curled around Angelina's back and he pulled her toward his chest. "What's wrong?"