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Luci
He sat at a small table outside of the little cafe in Diagon with his head ducked low and body slumped in the seat. Antonin was ready to pass out, even though he'd just had a very heavily sugared cup of coffee. His sleeping patterns had been completely thrown off since the beginning of N.E.W.T.s and sleeping in someone else's house with their overbearing father simply did not help. He was thankful that Barty had let him stay over while 'his flat was being renovated', but Antonin knew that it couldn't last forever.

Except after he left Barty's, he'd probably end up on the streets living in a cardboard box, so maybe he'd try to stretch out his stay at his friend's for a bit longer.

Antonin's hand dropped down from the side of his head, which it had been propping up, and his chin fell to his chest as he finally fell asleep. Hopefully the owner wouldn't kick him out, but he needed a few hours to waste before heading back to the Crouch's---searching for a job was hard work.