"That would be fine," he replied, already planning on calling in sick the next day. Nightmare tonight, Penny's grave tomorrow morning... it really wasn't worth coming in to work at all, was it.
He picked up a quill and wrote down the instructions as given. "Is there anything you need me to bring? A token of some kind? Something belonging to one of those who has died? Something belonging to myself? I wish I knew who had put this curse on me."