“ofourse,drao.that’swhatfriendsarefor.”

draoknewhewastoofrantiasherossedpotter’slivingroom,butheouldn’thelpit.hedidn’twantanotherminutetogobywithpotterbeingself-destrutive.

“what—what—drao?”

wherethebloodyhellwashe?washenotathome?draobargedintothekithen,onlytofinditempty.hestompedbakintothehallway,frowningatthebathroomdoor.itwasajar,buttheroomwasdark.thatonlyleft…hisbedroom.

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chapter9:you’veruinedmylfe

“potter!”

draoedhisarmsaroundher,lettingherwarmthseepintohim.

“luna,i’msorry,butihavetogo!”hejumpedoffthesofaandstumbledtowardsthefirepe.

“potte

lettinghisimpatienegetthebetterofhim,hethrewitopenandmarhedinside.

buthowshoulddraohaveknown?withallthisnew-foundinformation,itwassuddenlypainfullyobviouswhypotterhadaskedtoturnoffthelights,whyhehadwantedtokeephisshirton.

“potter!potter!!”

“potter!”

withouthesitation,draobeganbangingagainstthedoor.

“bepatientwithhim,drao,”shewhispered.

terbeentrying?thiswholetime?butthewayhehadatedonthedayofg’swedding…whyhadhe…

“areyougoingtoseeharry?”

draonodded.hewathedaslunaapproahedhim,awarmsmileonherfae.shepulledhimintoatighthugandpattedhisbak.

shepulledaway,hersilvery-blueeyesglistening.

“oh…ohno.”realisationhitdraohard,likeabludgertothehead.“i’msuhanidiot,”hemurmuredtohimself.

“thankyou,luna.thankyouforyourhelp.”