“luna,”hesaid,soundingarmed.“what’sinthere?”

unfortunately,potter’sstonyexpression,avertedfromdrao’sgaze,wasallheouldthinkaboutasheyawakethatnight,unabletofindanyrest.

“it’sasurprise,obviously.besuretotellmewhenyouopenit.iwanttoseeyourfae.”

“happybirthday,ron!”

helearedhisthroatandextendedhisarm.“happybirthday,weasley.”

“ijustremembered,iwassupposedtofireallmotherthisevening.ibettergetgoingbeforeitgetstoote.”

“yeah,youdothat,”pottersaid.draoalmostshiveredathowoldanddistanthisvoiesounded.

draowasn’tsurewhethertoughatweasley’sworriedexpressionortobeworriedhimself.lunawassuhawildard.

“yourpresent,ofourse,”lunabeamed.weasleytookitwithabrightgrin,whihquiklyfadedwhenherealisedwhateverwasinthatpakagewasmoving.

“thankyoufordinner,itwas—”hebrokeoff,havingnoluehowtoendthatsentene.potterrefusedtolookathimwhih,thankfully,madehisflightalittleeasieratleast.

“ohwow,that’ssomepremiumstuff!thanks,err,malfoy.”huh.healmostsoundedgenuine.still,itdidn’tmakedraolessunomfortabletobehere.yes,heo

foraseond,draothoughtweasleywoulddelinehishand.howironiwouldthatbe?buthedidn’t,andhedidn’tsqueezeashardasdraowouldhaveexpeted.withoutfurtherexpnation,draohandedhimthebottleoffirewhiskeyunderhisarm.somemighthavesaiditwasabgift,butthesepeopleobviouslyhadnotaste.whihwaswhydraowasfarmoreonernedaboutthefatthatthiswasprobablythrowingpearlsbeforeswine.

“thanks,luna.oh,what’sthis?”

saturday,1marh2003

tourlupinhisbedanddie.

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