andofejuiehewouldprefer,whoofferstolearoutaspaeonthebookshelfforanythingthatdraomightwanttoreadbeauseherememberedfromshoolthatdraolikedbooksandmostofthemareonesthathermionebroughtovertolearspaeinherft,anyways.

he’shearingalotoftidbitsaboutharry’sshoolfriends,abouttheweasndweaselette(whoharryisnotdating,butlunafromthebasementertainlyis),aboutdeanandseamusandneville,aboutgeeandoliverwood’sperformaneinthestquiddithgame.draowishesthatheouldreturnthefavor,buthedoesn’ttalktoanyofhisoldshoolfriendsanymore.

hedoubtsharrywouldwanttohearaboutitanyways.

thesileneinthishouseisstifling,draothinks,muhlikehedoeseverym,wherehefinallygivesuponhissrapsofshatteredsleepandgetstohisfeet.thehouseistoodarkandsullentoreallybeahome,eventhoughharryhastried.thereareafhganswithrookedstithesthrownoverthearmsoftheouh(granger’swork)andustomizedmugspilingupontheounter,hippedhinastakedintheupboardsandphotosstukhaphazardlytothewalls.harryisn’tmuhforthedomestisortofthings,havingitjustbehiminhere,soonthenightswheredraogivesuponsleepentirely,heoftenfindshimselfputteringaroundthekithenandputtingthingsinorder.

kreaherhadtriedtoshoohimoutthefirsttime,buthe’snotasapableasheonewas,andafterthethirdtimedraoignoredhim,theoldhouseelflefthiminpeae.nowhespendsthetimebetweenteatnightandearlymwithhisarmssoakinginsudsashewashesdishesthemuggleway,moppingthefloor,dustingthepitureframes.thesentofpineandlemononstantlystaininghishands,butthesharpsentdoesn’tbotherhim,justseemstobringhimmoreintohimself.andwhenthesunfinallystartstopeakinthroughthewindow,hestartstoookbreakfast,whate