beforeheouldstophimself,draoughed.“no,nothing’swrong.”hedrummedhisfingersonthebarashewathedlunapywithastrandofherhair.“whyareyouhere?”heaskedafterawhile.

“sad?”draoehoed,raisinganeyebrow.whywouldshethinkthat?“i’mnot—”

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draomadeahokingsound.wasthisgirlforreal?shedidn’tseemtomeanitinasarastiway.

“goingoutwithfriendsisnie,”sheshrugged.“inever—”

hiseyesinvoluntarilyflikeredovertothedoor,whihhadjustbeenopenedagain.hisbreathaughtinhisthroataseverythingaroundhimsuddenlyseemedtobehappeninginslowmotion.potterwassmiling,hiseyeslightingupasheaughtsightofhisfriends.herakedhisfingersthroughhishair,whihwassprinkledwithsnow.drao’seyeswidened.hisheekswereredfromtheold,andhewasedinathikbkwooloatthatmadehimlookfarmoresophistiatedthandraoknewhewas.

drao’seyesfollowedhiseverymoveashesqueezedweasley’sshoulderandwentontogreettherestofthegroup.thankmerlindraowasn’tthererightnow.hequiklyturnedbaktoluna,whohadauriouslookonherfae.

now?”sheasked.draostayedsilent,pressinghislipstogether.“that’sokay,”shesaid.“butireallylikewhatyou’redoing.ithinkthat’saverygoodwaytoredeemyourself.”

“no,”heinterruptedher.“imean,whydidyouomewithme?”

“ineedtogototheloo,”draoannounedandhurriedaway.heaughtsightofhimselfinthemirror,hisrefletionstaringbakathim,flushedandalittlestartled.heshouldgohomenow.nothinggoodwouldomeoutofgoingbaktothattable.he’donlybethimself.no,hismindorreted,potterwouldbethim.allofthiswaspotter’sfau

“oh,ithoughtyoumightlikesomeompany,”shesaidandsmiledagain.somethingabouthersmilemadedraonervous.itwastoogenuine,toosweet,toouanding.“youlookedkindofsad.”

“issomethingwrong?”sheasked.