To put it in the simplest, most basic terms, Julian was overwhelmingly, extravagantly, hauntingly exhausted. Patrols weren't so ill-fated with the relatively quiet and calming company of Anjali (they both, in tune to their silent agreement to speak only when the mood was inclined fit him rather well), but the entirity of the day when taken into consideration was such a tiring task that even recalling all of it had him yawning. Even more so, he was just surprised he'd gotten through it without falling asleep in HoM like so many students had been prone to do so that week alone.

The notion of sinking into a hot bath and letting it relax every sore muscle in his frame, allowing his mind to wander aimlessly for the first time in days without drawing to something that needed to be done - was insatiable. He had dragged himself back to the common rooms for that task alone, and entering the tower, he barely registered any others in the room.

"Julian, I need to talk to you,"

Muttering incomprehensibly his confusion when he was being summoned and dragged across the common room by Sapphira, he sunk back into the couch with a sigh, his eyes sliding shut before blinking open warily when her words registered.

"Is this of tremendous importance or do you think it can wait a bit, the prefect's bath-"

"I have a problem. One that I'm not sure how to fix, but I'm hoping you might be able - or well, willing - to help me."

Taking a long look at her, Julian rubbed the side of his head before leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees before he was finally inquiring tiredly, "What can I do for you?"