She sighed as she picked up numerous scrolls with her magic, contemplated sorting them out for all of half a second, before putting them in a pile next to her desk. She’d deal with that later. Right now she had a headache. A week after Nightmare Night and she was still dealing with particularly bad dreams. Granted, they all seemed to concentrate on a hoofful of foals to the east, around the same small town or so she believed, and all of them concerned the human.