“ilikedtalkingtoyou.espeiallywhileyouwereinsuhagoodmood.”

“goodmood?”draoehoed.“iwasdrunk,potter.”

“iknow,”hesmiled.“butitmadeyou…alittlelessserious.ilikedthat.”thesmilewidened.

fuk.whatwasgoingon?thefewtimeshehadbumpedintopotterovertheyearshadbeennothinglikethis.granted,potterhadbeenfriendlybuthehadalsobeenurtandaloof.draohadgottentheimpressionpotterwasdoingwhathethoughtwasrequiredofhim.butthis,potterbeingopenlynietohim,wasafirst.anditwashorrible.itonlymadethingsworse.

“howomeyou’renotatworkattwointheafternoononamonday?”draosaidafterlearinghisthroat.“areyoualreadyonholiday?ididn’ttakeyouforthetypetotakeaholidayatall.”

somethingflikeredarosspotter’sfaeashetookanothersipofhisbutterbeer.“um,inamannerofspeakingi’monholiday,yes.”

“whydoyousayitlikethat?”

“likewhat?”

“so…ominously.”

pottersighed,leaningbakinhishair.“irarelytalkaboutittobeho.”

draostudiedhimloselyashisfaetwistedintosomethingunreadable.heseemedtobeonsideringsomething.whenhefinallyspokeagain,histonewasalotgloomier.

“eversineiquitaurortraining—”

“youdidwhat?”draoblurted.“youquit—what?”

“well,tehnially,i’monsabbatial,butithinktheyknowi’mnotomingbak.”

“but…why?”draoasked,genuinelyshoked.

pottershrugged.“ididn’tlikeit.”

draowantedtosnortandpointoutmanypeopledidn’tliketheirjob.butpotterwasinapositionwherehedidn’tneedtodoanythinghedidn’tlike,wasn’the?or,maybe,hehadsomanyobligationsheseretlydisliked,hemadesuretogetridofthethingshehadontrolover.

“howdidinotknowaboutthis?”draomurmured,moretohimselfthantopotter.

“oh,i’msorry,wasisupposedtosendyouamemo?”pottersaidinanamusedtone.

draoimmediatelyfelthimselfblush.“imeant…”hetriedtoollethimself,searhingfortherightwords.“howomenoneofthiswasinthepapers?”

“imadeeveryonekeeptheirmouthsshut,”pottersaid.“ididn’tthinkitwouldwork,but…”heshruggedagain.

draos

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