Anthony had spent what part of the night he could, curled up around Kevin in the Head Boy's room. That is, until the nightmares started. They, thankfully, didn't come often anymore, but they still came. Memories of the previous year, now interspersed with the idea that he had somehow brought about this virus and was killing his friends by leaching their magic from them. Slowly. That was what tonight's dream was about. It had started with Justin, much like any of the dreams he had about Justin, it had started with something much more sexual, until he was literally sucking the magic out of Justin, while kissing him. He then moved onto Michael, drinking his magic as their shared a flask of whatever it was Michael carried on him at all times. He woke with a start, sweating as the dream shifted into Kevin, pulling the magic out of him as they lay in bed together, chest to chest and arms around each other, Anthony lazily drawing runes across his stomach that sapped the magic from him.
When he woke and he was laying with Kevin as he had in the dream, Anthony pushed himself out of the bed as quickly as he could without disturbing him. He felt sick at the idea and knew that a trip to visit Mulciber was probably in order again. He scratched at his arms, a tick he had picked up since Mulciber had put the idea of self harm into his head. He wouldn't go farther than scratching at himself, he was too scared to, but his arms were a bright red colour now and he'd had welts for several days now. It was unseemly. Anthony slipped into the long sleeved shirt he had removed before he fell asleep and slipped out of the Head Boys room. There was a door off to the side that deposited him right into the Ravenclaw Common Room.
Where he found he was not the only one suffering from nightmares tonight. He could hear her crying when he entered the room and Anthony quickly made his way over to the couch, kneeling down beside it. "Dory. Dory, wake up. It's just a dream. It can't hurt you." That probably wasn't helpful, but well, he was still half asleep and shaken himself. You'd have to forgive him, really.