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“ithoughtlunaalreadytoldyoueverything,”pottersaid,stubbornly.

“that’snotfair,”pottermurmured,hisfaesetinastubbornsowl.

“sheknows,”hewhispered,resignationringingloudlyinhisvoie.

“iknowit’snotnormal,”hesaid.“iknowi’mafreak.”

“don’tbemadather.shewasonlytryingtohelp.besides,ifitwasn’tforher,iprobablywouldn’tbehe

draopaused.thiskindofsealitywasn’texatlysomethinghewasusedto.andwhilehementallyadmittedhefeltthesamewayaboutpotter,heouldn’tshaketherushingsenseofresponsibilitypotterhadjustburdenedhimwith.so…whatnow?thiswasgettingthemnowhere.draowonderedhowfarheouldgowithouthurtingpotterunneessarily.healwaysatedsostrongando,buthehadshowndraoglimpsesofhisvulnerablesideandifthatwasn’tanindiationhetrusteddrao,whatwas?

hewaswillingtotry.

“noneofthisisfair,”draoretorted.“look,youtoldmeyouwereworriedaboutdisappointingpeople,butfetaboutthat.youshouldn’tareaboutwhatotherpeoplethink.”

“iknowthat,”pottermuttered.“but…iareaboutwhatyouthink.”

apparently,thathadbeenthewrongthingtosay.potterlookedup,hiseyesfullofdefensiveness.

“so…”draobrushedtheduvetwithhisfiips,searhingfortherightwords.“lunashowedme…themagazines.”

“yeah.she’sworriedaboutyou.”tentatively,heputhishandonpotter’sknees.“i’mworriedaboutyou.”

heinstantlyknewhedidn’tneedtoexpinanyfurther.thelookonpotter’sfaesaideverything.

“potter,”draosaid,tryingtostayalm.“you’resomanythings,butyou’renotafreak.”atthat,potterhuffedandturnedawayagain.draohadnoideawhattosay.hetriedtoputhimselfinpotter’sshoes,triedtoimaginehowagonisingitmustbeforhim.“potter,please,”hesaid,beseehingly,“tellme.justtellmewhathappenedthatnightatthemanor.”