Why yes, Delita had been staying up late. Not too late, but his ungodly waking hour had prevented him from sleeping as much as a normal human would, rather allowing him a mere four hours' nap before once again he woke at the morn, sporting a yawn
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Tsunade looked up, stifling the laugh as she took in Delita's rather haggard appearance. Perhaps she had worked him too hard the few weeks she'd been at Hogwarts.
Then again, perhaps not hard enough.
"Heiral," she greeted, taking another drink of sake despite the hour, "I need your assistance." The obviously didn't need to be said.
"So I can tell." Delita said, glancing over at what could only be the largest mess he'd ever seen of this place. Tornadoes running through it was an understatement, he had to admit.
"I'm leaving," Tsunade said bluntly, not one for sweet words or gentle reassurances, "The Ministry's called me in for an emergency, and since they apparently didn't think to train adequate healers in the last thirty years, I'm the best they've got," she tossed back another drink.
"I need your help packing my files. Think of it as a last assignment for my secretary," she said easily, although if Delita was looking close enough, he'd see the slight downwards turn of her mouth.
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Then again, perhaps not hard enough.
"Heiral," she greeted, taking another drink of sake despite the hour, "I need your assistance." The obviously didn't need to be said.
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"I assume there is a special occasion for this."
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"I need your help packing my files. Think of it as a last assignment for my secretary," she said easily, although if Delita was looking close enough, he'd see the slight downwards turn of her mouth.
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