lyhelpwiththeheadahe,butstill,itwasquikerthanjustwaitingforthequeasinesstosubside.whenhefoundit,hequiklyunorkedthelittlevinddowneditinonegulp,immediatelybrushinghisteethafterwardstogetridoftheaftertaste.

groggily,hetrudgedbaktohisbedbutbeforeheouldplopdownonit,heheardsomethingoverbythewindows.frowning,helettheunfamiliarbarn-owlflutterinandwatheditndonahair.hiseyesfelltothelettertiedtotheowl’sfoot.ifthiswasanotefrombise,mokinghimforstnight,draowouldmakesurehewouldneverbeabletousehishandsagain.

mereseondsafterhefinisheduntyingtheletter,theowlsreehedandtookoffagain.apparently,whoeverhadsentitdidn’texpetareply.draowathedtheowlvanishintothesky,beforesinkingdownonhisbed,arefulnottomakeanysuddenmovements.thepotionwasw,hedidfeelbetter,buthestillhadasplittingheadahe.

itwashisownfault.henevershouldhaveagreedtodrinkingfirewhiskeywithpotter.oh.ohno.hehaddrunkfirewhiskeywithpotter.but…fuk,heouldn’trememberwhattheyhadtalkedabout.something…aboutbise’sonstantflirting…and…maybepotter’sworkand…nothing,hehadnoidea.well,shit!

absentmindedly,heopenedtheletterhewasstillholding,takinginthefamiliarhandwriting.

hopefullyyou’restillinbedwhenyouseethis.

youanthankmeterforsparingyouthepainofspillinghotoffeealloveryourself.

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draofrowned.heturnedtheletterovertofindsomethingattahedtothebakofit.itlookedlikeanartilefromthedailyprophet;today’sdailyprophet,draorealisedashiseyeswidened.therewasapitureofhimandpotter,talkinganimatedly.theaptionreadsomethingaboutthehighlysuessfulharitygaandhowpotterhadhelpedwithitbhbhbh.itwasthesam