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Anthony Goldstein (ex_goldenrul25) wrote in pandorarpg,

Anthony was tired. Being tired was nothing new to him. He had long since perfected the art of overworking. Two things were different about this particular case of being tired. First, it was the hour. Three in afternoon was far too early to be tired when he had work daylight hours for almost a week now. The reason for the early tiredness was related to the second reason this particular brand of exhaustion was unique.

Normally, Anthony slept like the dead. He would lay his head down and sweet oblivion would take over. Even in sleep, Anthony didn't have time to waste on dreams. The last few nights had not been normal. Not only had Anthony dreamed, but the dreams had been... disturbing. Sleep wasn't an effective rejuvenator anymore.

It didn't effect his work. Anthony still went through his duties not to the best of his abilities, but to the best of his personal standards. He was hardly the only Healer with his bright green robes rumbled nor was he the only one with bags under his eyes. Neither were new to Anthony, even if they were more extreme than usual. Still, it didn't excuse him almost missing the familiar face when he dropped off a scroll at the reception desk.

"Excuse me, Ms. Clearwater? Penelope Clearwater." Anthony said as he mentally cleared the fog to focus in on the women he approached. "I don't know if you recall me, but I'm Anthony Goldstein. I attended Hogwarts while you were a prefect. Are you well?"