Sirius struggled weakly in Peters grip. He had been so close.
"Lemme go," he slurred, eyes scanning the room for his wand. If he could just reach it he could finish. "Lemme go Peter. Lemme..." He drifted off, the room spinning madly and his thoughts slippingly out of his head. There was something he was supposed to be doing.
His head felt suddenly heavy, and his neck flopped forward.
"Peter?" He squinted up at his friend, as if wondering when he got there. "W're you doin here? S'posed to do this alone..."