“inotied,”draosaidurtly.“yououldhavejusttoldthemtoleaveyoualone.”

“i’mnotverygoodatthat,”potteradmitted,rubbingthebakofhisnek.

“inotied,”draorepeateddryly.

“it’sjust…somanypeopleometomeandtellmetheirstories,howtheysurvivedthewar,howtheyneverstoppedbelievinginme…sure,therearealotofrazypeopletoo,but…ian’tjusttellthemtobuggeroff.”

“ofourseyouan.”

pottersighed.“believeme,i’velostmytemperenoughtimestoknowhowthatends.aslongasthey’rebeingfriendly,”heshrugged,“it’sokay.”

draoshookhishead.potterwassuhagoodytwo-shoes.

diagonalleywasbuzzingwithpeople,alldenwithshoppingbags.somestoppedandstaredasdraoandpotterwalkedpastthem.itwashighlyunomfortable.draodidn’tevenknowwhyhehadpulledpotterawayfromthosepeople.itirritatedhim,thewaytheypratiallymauledhimbutthatwasnoneofhisbusiness,wasit?hehadn’teventhoughtaboutit,butnow…nowhewaswalkingdowndiagonalleywithpotter,whohehadtriedtostopthinkingaboutsinebisesenthimthatartile.hestillflinhedwheneverhethoughtaboutthewayhehadbeenlookingatthepratinthatpiture.hedidn’tevenwanttothinkaboutthewayspotterwasprobablygoingtoteasehimaboutit.

“doingsomestminutechristmasshopping?”potterasked,peekingatdrao’sbag.

“notexatly,”draoreplied,avoidingpotter’sgaze.“justsomenewrobes.”

“ah,”pottersaid.“isthereanywhereelseyouneedtogo?”

draohesitated,wifthiswassomekindoftrap.“no.atually,iwasjustonmyway—”

“good.howaboutwegetadrink?”

draostopped,almostdroppinghisbag.adrink?withpotter?washeserious?

“why?”wasth

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