Paris had another nightmare, a bad one too. Graphic and violent, it make him wake up half screaming in a cold sweat. He rushed to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. These dreams were getting bad enough that he was afraid to go to sleep
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"Welcome to The Apothecary. I'm Cedric, is there something with which I can help you?"
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"We do have the thing, though." The Hufflepuff came around from the counter, selecting a small bottle of purple liquid and offering it to Paris. "This is our Potion of Dreamless Sleep - one of our more popular items, really. It works very well, though you shouldn't use it for more than two or three nights in a row."
"Paris of Troy, you say?" Cedric paused, thinking the name was familiar, apart from the obvious reason. "Let me check, but I think we've a parcel for you."
He moved back around behind the counter, checking cabinets. "Have you been in the village for long?"
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"Two or three nights of dreamless sleep will be nice." The Trojan prince said with some relief, clutching the bottle as if it were something precious. "I've been here a few months. Yourself?"
What Cedric said next surprised him, "What? I have a parcel?" He raised an eyebrow, who would send him a package? "May I see it?"
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