andjustlikethat,theheatwasbak,tenfold,devdraofromtheinside.

withoutwaitingforareply,draohurriedthroughtherowd,untilhe

“yourealiseyou’reapretentiouspure-blood,right?”potterretorted.hearhedaneyebrowwhendraoburstoutughing.

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“sosorrytoutthisshort,butitseemsi’mneededelsewhere.”

“whydidyouome,then?whynotdeline?don’ttellmeyou’resuddenlyafanofpretentiouspure-bloods?”hesmirked.

“tellmewhatyou’vebeenupto,”pottersaid,anditdidn’tesapedrao’snotiehemovedabitloser.

no.no!thiswasexatlywhatdraohadn’twantedtohappen,eventhoughhehadn’tthoughthe’datuallyhavetoworryaboutit.heouldn’thavepottersnoopingaround…rightinfrontofhim.

“whowouldhavethought,outofthetwoofus,youwouldbeometheprejudiedone?”

itfeltgood,seeingpotterstareathiminastonishment.ittooktheedgeofftheheatthatwasspreadingindrao’shest.

“fairenough,”pottersaid.“i’mlookingforwardtohavingmymindhanged.”

potter’sgrindidn’tfadeatdrao’sinsults,buthewavedadismissivehandintheair.“that’salright,”hesaid.“eventhoughthat’sthemosteainingthinganyonehassaidtomeallnight.”

“notmuh,”hesaidevenly,keepinghisfaeimpassive.“just…livingmylife,iguess.”hepikedupthewhebartenderhadleftforhimandtookasip.

“whatisyourlifelikethesedays?”potterasked.draoouldn’tdetetanuone.hesoundedgenuinelyurious.however,draodidn’twanttodisussthatwithhim.hedidn’twanttodisussanythingwithpotterrightnow.hewasshortofbreathand,surely,potterwouldnotie.hisgazedartedtohisleftand,atingasthoughsomeonehadjustwavedhimover,heputonanalmostonviningsmile.

tually,”hesaidinhisposhestvoie.“awful,unouth,dowdy,dense…”…handsome,mind-blowing…“…irritating…doyouwantmetogoon?”