“great,”lunabeamed.funnilyenough,herheerfulnesswasn’tasannoyingasdraowouldhaveexpeted.itwasalmostontagious.

monday,20january2003

“thatwasfun!ihaven’tbeenflyinginages.”

draoquietlylearedhisthroat.seeingpotterthishappyandexitedwasdoingterriblethingstohisheart.

“yeah,ifigured,”hesaidinhismosthaughtyvoie.“youweren’tabletokeepupwithme.you’veletyourselfgo.”drao’ssmirkslowlyfadedwhenheaughtthesuddenemptinessinpotter’seyesandthewayhewasluthingathisbroom.whatjusthappened?itwasn’tlikepotternottohaveaomebak.

“iwaskidding,”draosaid,feelingextremelyawkward.bikeringwithpotterwaseasy.this,however,whateveritwas,wasunomfortable.potterseemedtothinksoaswendvisiblytriedtoomposehimselfashefumbledwithhissarf.

“howaboutaremathtomorrow?”hesaid,tryingtosoundlighthearted,butdraoouldtellhewasfakingit.

“ian’ttomorrow.”

“why?”

draoinwardlysmirked.potter’svoiewasdrippingwithdisapproval.“ialreadyhavepns.”

“withwhom?”

“i’msorry,wasisupposedtogetyourpermissionfirst?”draoquipped.hisheartskippedabeatwhenhesawhowflusteredpottersuddenlywas.

“ididn’tmean—iwasjust—i—”

“merlin,potter,”draoughed.thepratwastooendearingforhisowngood.“i’mmeetingluna.”

“really?”

“iknow.it’sthestthingiwouldhaveexpeted.”

“so…isthis…like…adate?”

potterwasn’tatually…jealous,washe?andifhewas…washejealousoflunaor

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