"Good," decreed Cissa, a satisfied regent. "I'lljust beoverthere then. Havinga liedown." She started to turn away, but where to would never be solved, because then she simply pitched forward, right onto Sirius. She collapsed over his shoulder, so limp he'd need to catch her to keep her from sliding to the floor.

(Somehow, her wand remained in her hand. That was discipline.)

She started to snore.