InsaneJournal

Anthony found that after a pretty uneventful day at work, the best thing he could do to make up for it was to go back to his flat and enjoy having the rest of the evening alone. There were no distractions since he lived alone, and the worst that could happen would be if Terry or Michael decided to drop in on him and "cure" his loneliness. Loneliness he adamantly did not have despite what either man would claim. There was nothing wrong with enjoying time alone. Of course, Anthony would at least admit to himself that after all the years spent living in the full house that had been his childhood home, and then dorm at Hogwarts that he might have a little too much of a love for being by himself. But he didn't see how it was any bit unhealthy. At least, not any more unhealthy than needing to be out and with people all the time. He just had a preference, and that preference was for quiet.

Being alone made things quiet.

As it was, he was sitting on his sofa in the living room, a book on experimental charms open in his lap, though he had stopped reading what was one the pages at least a few minutes ago. It was as if, no matter how hard he tried, unless he happened to be in the middle of doing something, his mind always drifted back to those nightmares. Nightmares that had a very high probability of getting him killed within the next week if not the next couple of days. He didn't think about it often, or at least he tried not to, but that didn't make it easier to concentrate on other things. If he really had any other things to concentrate on, anyway. And that was probably Michael's whole point (but Anthony would die before he admitted that Michael had one).

"Whatever," he muttered under his breath. Hopefully this experimental dreamless sleep potion would work exactly the way it was supposed to and he wouldn't have to keep waking up, feeling as if it was him being tortured. It was a thought, at least. The most positive one he'd had in a few days.